Douluo Continent: Kunxu Descends, Second-Player Players Are Stunned

"Ghost, come in!"

The advantage of possessing the mental power of a God-King is that you never have to worry about being spied on.

Qian Xunji pulled out a soul tool ring and tossed it at the entrance of the Papal Palace: "Carry Bibi Dong to the God of Wealth Hall! Everything's inside; I bought it with my personal assets! Bibi Dong's creditor is me, not the Spirit Hall, don't get them mixed up!"

"Remember to ask the people at the Temple of the God of Wealth what the water in the jade bottle is!"

The metal clattered to the ground. Ghostly slid to his knees, picked up the ring, and mimicked Old Chrysanthemum's tone: "Yes, sir!"

He looked up and saw a single hair sticking up from the Pope's head...

"Your Majesty, why are you so pointy?"

Too much drug use... Pshaw! How can a herb that enhances memory be considered a drug?

"Then let me ask you, isn't your head pointy? Then let me ask you, is your son's head round? Then let me ask you, are you your son...?"

Qian Xunji's barrage of questions left the ghost bewildered, leaving it speechless for a moment.

"Kneel down and leave!" Qian Xunji waved his hand, only to realize that he was not wearing a dragon robe.

He instinctively looked for a mirror and examined his attire through the not-so-clear reflection.

It's not ugly, but it's not imposing enough either.

He, the Pope of the Spirit Hall, the billionaire in debtor of Douluo Continent, and the owner of the system's power, actually doesn't have a single dragon robe that would dazzle anyone.

After the ghost left, Qian Xunji took out a brand new piece of driftwood from his soul tool, condensed his soul power into fire, and lit it.

Offering floating logs to the heavens is believed to possess boundless magical power.

"Check-in!"

[Ding! Congratulations, host, you have obtained the "Complete Encyclopedia of Chinese Imperial Attire"!]

Using his soul power to remove the burnt smell from the air, Qian Xunji pulled out today's rewards. After flipping through them, he found hundreds of sets of imperial attire that were pleasing to the eye.

"The Pope is still an emperor! The Imperial Music Academy, the Pear Garden, the Imperial Household Department, the Imperial Textile Bureau... all must be arranged!"

"Forbid the Pope from indulging in extravagance and debauchery? How can this be called satisfying personal desires! This is clearly creating more job opportunities for ordinary people!" At this moment, Qian Xunji successfully convinced himself.

The left brain attacks the right brain, and the sharp point replaces thinking.

If Chihiro had kept her feelings in a diary, you would definitely have seen it—

Day 1 of the adventure: an immersive game with an open world, brand new modules, and lots of fun!

On the second day after his transmigration, he began his first official day as Pope—approving official documents, reviewing financial statements, formulating the Spirit Hall's talent cultivation plan, and coordinating matters related to the Soul Master Competition…

Day three of the journey. Meetings are exhausting, but I still have to find time to learn about the version update!

On the fourth day of our journey, the workload increased.

Day five of my trek, work is so tiring! I just want to play on my phone... Is there a six-day work week with one day off?

Day six of my journey, and I still have to work tomorrow! The Spirit Hall doesn't offer holidays!

That's wonderful! Good fortune has arrived!

He worked 996+007 during his lifetime, who understands that!

Whose time traveler is treated like a beast of burden every day? Not only are there so many complicated tasks, but there's also no annual leave!

Even the production team dared not let the donkeys work so hard!

Douluo Kunxu, have some decency!

Seventh day of transmigration—Damn it! Why is my physical strength at the God-King level? I can't even die if I want to! Am I destined to be a beast of burden for the rest of my life?

Two weeks after the time travel...

Qian Xunji: Being tired is a habit, and I have my own ways to become stronger!

Since you're going to be a lowly servant in society after graduating from university, why not go all the way and become a high-level servant in the Spirit Hall!

The Pope is at least an emperor (he's gone mad)!

……

Unaware that the new pope had been driven to insanity by work pressure, he carried Bibi Dong, who had been unconscious for over ten days, into the Diplomatic Hall and picked up the token from the Temple of the God of Wealth.

The tokens at the Temple of the God of Wealth are a bit special; they have 12 characters engraved in the middle, which are similar to the keypad on an old-fashioned mobile phone.

Ghostly pressed "#".

Soon, a sweet female voice came from the token: "Dear customer of the Spirit Hall, the working hours of the God of Wealth Hall are..."

"...For loan processing, please click [1]; for debt transfer, please click [2]; for debt notarization, please click [3]; for subsidy consultation, please click [4]..."

Ghostly: "[3]".

"You have been connected to a dedicated channel. Current waiting number: 5 people."

Another hour passed: "Ding! Spirit Hall, prepare! Spirit Hall, prepare!"

Ghost immediately picked up Bibi Dong, took the ring Qian Xunji had given her, and walked to the token.

A flash of golden light, and the two disappeared.

The next second, they arrived at a magnificent palace.

A cute orange cat stretched out its paw and smiled at the ghost: "Esteemed guest, what type of debt notarization do you need?"

"Medical." The ghost handed the soul-guided ring to the orange cat, pointed to the unconscious Bibi Dong, and explained, "Her soul is injured, and the Pope used his private funds to purchase a batch of medicinal herbs..."

"I understand, pay later, right?" The orange cat patted Bibi Dong's head, a golden light emanating from its chubby paws. "Hey, her mental strength is so strong, unlike a typical six-year-old. This state seems like she's suffering a backlash!"

Only after confirming that Bibi Dong was injured did the orange cat open its soul guide ring: "My goodness! Ten thousand years of 'Longing for Love' Dew! Ten thousand years of 'Snow Jade Bone Ginseng'! These two items alone are worth at least ten million!"

"Huh? Why are there herbs like Narcissus Jade Bone, Miraculous Chrysanthemum, and Hunyuan Doujin Incense that are useless for the illness..." The orange cat muttered, but didn't seem to care much. It simply explained the uses of the herbs to the ghost, "If you feed her a drop of Longing for Autumn Dew, her soul injury will be healed."

The ghost did as instructed.

The orange cat continued to evaluate the herb, flipping through it until it found a jade bottle.

Upon opening it, a surge of vibrant life force jolted it awake, instantly energizing it and dispelling the fatigue of a day's work.

"This must be the life-giving water of a god-king level, right? A single drop can bring someone below the god level back to life."

After plugging the bottle with a cork and confirming that there were no other medicines inside the Soul Guidance Ring, the orange cat began to calculate the value of these items.

"Nearly five billion gold soul coins!"

Ghost had been paying close attention to the orange cat's words, and when he heard the phrase "God-King level Water of Life," he almost cried out in surprise—where did the Pope get such an expensive thing from!

The jade bottle, smaller than the palm of your hand, contains a life-giving water worth over 48 billion gold soul coins!

Most importantly, it's calculated by the drop!

"My lord, how much is one drop?" the ghost asked, his voice trembling with excitement.

The orange cat stretched out one paw, then, remembering it had no fingers, stretched out another paw.

One drop, 0.2ml.

As if by magic, the orange cat produced a test tube: "Buy this, and you can accurately calculate the specifications!"

"Give me ten, put it on her tab!" Having played the villain so many times, Ghost was already quite adept at ripping off Bibi Dong again, and didn't even feel a pang of conscience.

The orange cat closed its eyes, and a vertical pupil suddenly appeared between its brows. Golden light flashed in the pupil, sweeping over Bibi Dong's body and revealing [190].

"Cheng Hui, one hundred gold soul coins."

The numbers flashed wildly the next moment, and the three-digit number instantly became a two-digit number.

Just then, Bibi Dong woke up.

She looked around at the unfamiliar surroundings, the golden palace... but there was no trace of angelic power...

My brain has gone blank.

Could she have been reborn again?