Douluo; Zhongli Adventures in Mortal World with Paimon

"Could it be that he just likes black stockings?"

Qian Renxue sat on the chair, lowered her head, and looked at her fair and well-proportioned long legs.

A little more flesh would make them look fat, a little less would make them look thin.

Her legs, never mind that they were longer than life itself, but they were also so fair!

"What kind of aesthetic taste is that…"

Qian Renxue pouted, her willow eyebrows slightly furrowed in dissatisfaction as she thought to herself.

A great beauty like her, carrying an aura of nobility from head to toe, further enhanced by her Light attribute, exuding an unparalleled sanctity.

Yet this guy…

With a sigh, as if she had suddenly thought of something, her eyes lit up, but her face turned red.

It seemed like she had made some sort of decision.

She opened the door and walked out without looking back.

Paimon and Zhongli: "???"

The two of them were filled with question marks.

Just what was going on with this Miss Qian Renxue?

Zhongli and Paimon exchanged glances, a little confused.

Before long, the dishes were served.

The table was filled with an exquisite spread, and the aroma was mouthwatering.

Just by looking and smelling, one could tell that this was the pinnacle of culinary art in the Douluo Continent.

The chefs at the Seven Treasures Hotel weren't just talented, they were extraordinary.

If they only had some basic skills, they wouldn't be able to survive in such a high-end establishment.

Paimon glanced at Zhongli, who was leisurely sipping tea, but she had no intention of holding back.

She picked up her chopsticks and began eating heartily.

At that moment, the door to the room swung open, drawing the attention of the two inside.

"..."

With just one glance, the two fell silent.

Qian Renxue's face was flushed red as she muttered to herself, "I knew the black stockings were ruined, but…"

"This… this is the battle-damaged version…"

For some reason, looking at these battle-damaged black stockings, Qian Renxue felt something was off, as if there was some kind of… indescribable undertone.

If it were anyone other than Zhongli and Paimon looking at her, she would have blinded them on the spot.

"Xue'er, what's with your outfit?"

After a long pause, Paimon was the first to speak.

Qian Renxue's current attire had a unique charm, but this was simply inappropriate!

Such disgraceful behavior!

She never expected the seemingly pure Qian Renxue to have such a bold side.

Wait a minute… she wasn't even thirty yet, right?

"Thirty like a tiger, forty like a wolf, fifty can sit and…"

"Ahem."

"Yes, Xue'er, your outfit is indeed…"

Zhongli scrutinized Qian Renxue once more before continuing, "A bit too avant-garde."

Even with his level of acceptance, he found it hard to process.

It wasn't that it didn't look good, it was just that…

There was an indescribable feeling to it, something that made his scalp tingle and his head buzz.

"Eh??"

Qian Renxue was stunned, her big eyes filled with innocence.

Had she misunderstood the situation again?

What did she do wrong?

She just wanted to improve herself!

"Xue'er, those torn black stockings… you should probably only wear them at home. Or better yet, just throw them away…"

Paimon shook her head.

She vaguely understood that Qian Renxue was eager to improve herself.

Unfortunately, that woman spent hundreds of years trying to change that immovable stone, so how could she succeed in just a few years?

Qian Renxue's face turned red. With a stomp of her right foot, two golden flames ignited on her legs. In just a split second, the battle-damaged black stockings disappeared.

"I'll be back!"

Perhaps too embarrassed to stay, Qian Renxue ran off without looking back.

"Zhongli, was what I said too harsh?"

Paimon glanced at the doorway, then turned to Zhongli, asking sincerely.

She didn't think her words were that hurtful.

Hearing this, Zhongli stroked his chin and said, "Lies don't hurt people, but the truth is a sharp blade."

Paimon rolled her eyes. "Zhongli, can you speak plainly? You don't really expect me to understand that, do you?"

"…Yes, it was a little hurtful. You should've pointed out the problem with the stockings in a more subtle way."

"Oh! So that's what you meant."

Paimon suddenly understood, then resumed eating without a care.

While stuffing her mouth, she asked, "Zhongli, Little Xue said she'll be back. When do you think she'll return?"

"Should we wait for her?"

Zhongli froze for a moment, then glanced sideways at her.

Was this little one truly clueless, or was she just pretending?

Although Qian Renxue had said she would return, she didn't mean she would be back shortly. She meant the next time they met.

"No need to wait for her. She probably just wants to be alone for now."

—

Time passed, and night fell.

Tang San, Dai Mubai, and Ma Hongjun bid farewell to Liu Erlong and the others before leaving Shrek Academy, heading toward the gates of Heaven Dou City.

As for why they were traveling at night, there wasn't any special reason.

With Tang San, a near-Soul Emperor, leading the group, traveling at night wasn't a problem.

"Xiao San, are you planning to get your spirit ring first, or go to Star Luo first and then decide?"

Dai Mubai asked seriously.

Tang San and Ma Hongjun were helping him, so naturally, he wanted to be considerate.

"We'll go to Star Luo first, then enter Star Dou Forest from there."

Tang San had planned this out in advance, and now was the perfect time to execute it.

The reason he wasn't considering Sunset Forest was that he found its spirit beasts too ordinary.

For his sixth spirit ring, he intended to attach it to his Clear Sky Hammer first.

As for his Blue Silver Grass martial soul, he wasn't in a rush.

"Alright, we'll go with your plan."

Dai Mubai nodded without further comment and continued moving forward.

After exiting the city gates and traveling for about an hour, the three had put some distance between themselves and Heaven Dou City.

At that moment—

"Jie jie jie, where do you three youngsters think you're going?"

"This place… I'm afraid you won't be able to pass."

Two figures, Devil Bear and Ghost Leopard Douluo, blocked them from the front and back.

Under the moonlight, Tang San and the others could see their faces clearly.

"It's you, Spirit Hall's Titled Douluo!"

"What do you want?"

Tang San's face darkened as he questioned them.

He didn't even need to think to know that they were here with ill intentions.

Late at night, surrounding them, and even laughing 'jie jie jie'…

The ominous aura was practically maxed out.

If they weren't here to kill him, he would eat a ton of food!

"Tang San, obtaining a hundred-thousand-year spirit ring was your fortune."

"But a hundred-thousand-year spirit bone, you are not meant to have it."

"If you obediently hand over that spirit bone, we can spare your lives."

Ghost Leopard Douluo spoke first, while Devil Bear Douluo sneered silently.

Tang San had obtained a hundred-thousand-year spirit ring through a sacrifice.

Even if they killed him, they wouldn't be able to obtain the ring.

That was bound to him by fate.

But if they killed him, they would be able to seize the hundred-thousand-year spirit bone!

With his current strength, there was no way he could keep such a treasure. He simply wasn't qualified.

Tang San's face turned even darker. His guess was right.

"I have a teleportation skill. Even if you're Titled Douluo, you won't be able to catch me easily."

"What if I refuse?"