Douluo: I am Qian Xunji, not the Secret Chamber Douluo

He is a divine thought left behind by the Rakshasa God within the City of Slaughter.

The fallen ones in the City of Slaughter were all slaughtered by Qian Xunji, so that He can no longer absorb even a trace of resentment or evil thoughts.

The Rakshasa God is the embodiment of all evil thoughts in the world. Without the energy of evil thoughts to consume, and without replenishment of energy, He will starve to death and disappear from the world.

"Damn it, why is Qian Xunji, the successor of the Asura God, back in the City of Slaughter again?"

Rakshasa stared at him, his jaw dropping in astonishment: "You've reached the Five Trials of Asura in less than a year?"

"Where did this 'King of Scrolls' come from?"

I'm scared, I'm scared, I'm running away, I'm running away.

It seems that it won't be long before Qian Xunji inherits the position of the Asura God.

When that time comes, He will be driven out of the city of slaughter.

Rather than slinking away in disgrace later, it's better to leave gracefully now.

The Rakshasa God transformed into a streak of purple light and once again departed from the City of Slaughter.

As soon as he came out, he saw Qian Daoliu, his eyes fixed on the entrance to the City of Slaughter.

"Wow, a wild angel high priest."

"This heart is full of resentment, it smells so good, so good."

As an evil god of pleasure, Rakshasa God immediately entered Qian Daoliu's spiritual sea of ​​consciousness, hiding there while beginning to feast on his evil thoughts.

He was merely a mortal, a high priest of the angelic god.

Even if he's a level 99 Limit Douluo, so what?

Rakshasa God: I can control the other party to do anything with just a flick of my finger.

24 hours later, Qian Daoliu left the entrance to the City of Slaughter and flew back to Wuhun City.

Like a parasite, Rakshasa God followed Qian Daoliu back to Wuhun City, and his eyes lit up when he saw Bibi Dong.

"At such a young age, he is full of resentment and evil thoughts."

"This woman truly has the potential to inherit the position of Rakshasa God."

"But that's not enough; we need to continue observing."

He began to think about how to make Bibi Dong a resentful woman who complained about everything and everyone.

If one does not blame Heaven, Earth, or the people of the world, how can one be qualified to become the successor of the Rakshasa God and inherit the position of the Rakshasa God?

When asked how to make a woman complain about everything, Rakshasa God declared: "I'm a professional. I have nine methods to turn a woman into a complaining wife who blames everything but herself."

The Rakshasa God gave a wicked smile.

He intended to manipulate the High Priest of the Angel God, causing him to commit a grave error and ultimately fall into the position of High Priest of the Rakshasa God.

This is to humiliate that filthy bitch, Angel God.

However, for the time being, He plans to lie low for a few years, waiting for the Asura successor to pass the divine test, leave Douluo Continent, and ascend to the God Realm.

After all, He learned from Qian Daoliu's memories that Qian Xunji, the successor of the Asura, was his son.

He was unsure of Qian Xunji's attitude towards his father, who had oppressed and raised him in poverty since childhood.

Taking action rashly could be life-threatening.

As a divine thought, He was able to survive in the City of Slaughter for so long because He was cautious, discerning, and never provoked those He couldn't afford to offend.

Chapter 32 The Three-Year Term Has Ended (Bonus Chapter for Reader _bE)

Three years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Wuhun City, Saintess Palace.

The large bed in the room was covered with gauze curtains and silk quilts, with misty water and the fragrance of medicine filling the air.

Eleven-year-old Bibi Dong, now a graceful young woman, was immersed in the bathtub, absorbing the essence of the medicinal bath.

She channeled her soul power to attract the essence of spiritual herbs into her body in order to enhance her physical strength and improve her cultivation.

While thinking about the lavish treatment Qian Daoliu had given him over the past three years, he was also reflecting on his own behavior.

This feeling of being pampered, spoiled, and having her every whim fulfilled made her reminisce.

In her previous life, Qian Xunji had treated her just as well.

But everything changed when she went to the Papal Palace alone to confront Qian Xunji in order to be with her beloved Xiao Gang, determined to leave the Spirit Hall and elope with Xiao Gang to marry into the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

Qian Xunji, that old bastard, beast, scum, doesn't understand love, and is a scoundrel with no sense of romance!

He actually relied on his superior strength to knock her unconscious.

He then imprisoned her in a secret room, forced himself on her, and she became pregnant and gave birth to Qian Renxue.

What made Bibi Dong resent Qian Xunji even more was his actions.

That bastard Qian Xunji actually took her to see his beloved Xiao Gang afterward, making her say harsh things to Xiao Gang, hurting his feelings and damaging his reputation.

She watched as Xiao Gang was carried out of Wuhun City by two Temple Knights, kicked in the buttocks, his face down, his rear end sticking out, looking humiliated.

Bibi Dong: Ah, ah, ah! Damn Qian Xunji, I'll kill you ten thousand times over!

It was an unknown amount of time before Bibi Dong came to her senses.

Fortunately, Xiao Gang hasn't come to Wuhun City yet in this life, so these things haven't happened, and there's still a chance for everything to change.

"Xiao Gang, in this life I will never let anyone hurt you again!" Bibi Dong silently vowed in her heart.

After making her vow, Bibi Dong got up from the bathtub, dried herself with the help of her maids, and put on gorgeous clothes and brown round-toed leather shoes.

Go out.

In the papal office, documents were piled up like mountains.

The Spirit Hall is, after all, a continent-level power, and even in a remote and impoverished place like Holy Spirit Village, it has built a subsidiary hall.

Imperial power doesn't extend to the countryside, but the Martial Spirit Hall does.

With a wide jurisdiction, the number of documents processed is naturally large.

Sendo-ryu, who had retired to the Hall of Worship to live out his days as a high priest, returned to the Papal Palace and resumed the Pope's duties, spending his days processing documents.

"You unfilial son! Five years! A full five years! You haven't even returned to Wuhun City once!"

"You promised to get married and have children within three years, but I haven't seen you bring a woman and children back yet!"

"I've already retired from being the Pope and am going to live a life of leisure as a high priest, yet they still want to rehire me to do the Pope's work!"

"Qian Xunji, you really are a heartless person!"

Despite my inner complaints, I still had to process the documents in my hand.

Working 007, with endless documents to process every day, Qian Daoliu's resentment never ceased.

For the Rakshasa God who was parasitizing Qian Daoliu's spiritual sea of ​​consciousness, this was a good thing.

There are tons of complaints about the buffet every day.

Besides Qian Daoliu, in the Papal Palace office, a group of bishops who were handling documents were constantly providing complaints every day.

They have no holidays and work more than twelve hours a day.

There is never enough work to be done.

Resentment arises constantly.

Rakshasa God: This place is a place of joy, where one has no thought of killing.

"Dong'er, you've arrived." Upon seeing Bibi Dong arrive, Qian Daoliu's expression instantly changed, transforming from a look of utter despair and resentment into a kind, smiling face.

"Master, I'm already level 30." Bibi Dong said with a sweet smile, trying to sound cute.

These are all her outward expressions, but inwardly she constantly complains and dislikes Qian Daoliu, generating endless resentment.

As Rakshasa God ate the feast of resentment produced by Bibi Dong, he muttered, "Ungrateful wretch."

Although Bibi Dong is an ungrateful wretch, the divine examination must be given, and the divine position must be passed on.

In the realm of gods, the position of Rakshasa is a hot potato that no one wants.

The original body had long wanted to pass on the position of Rakshasa God, but unfortunately, it had been unable to find a suitable candidate.

It's not easy to find a promising talent like Bibi Dong, who possesses twin top-tier evil martial souls and is also full of resentment.

Even if the other party is an ungrateful wretch, you should still give what you deserve.

Unlike Poseidon, the sea god, He wouldn't generously bestow a divine soul ring upon the divine examiner.

Rakshasa God: You ungrateful wretch, you don't deserve anything good from me.

As Golden Crocodile Douluo watched Bibi Dong's departing figure, he spoke to Qian Daoliu, saying, "Great Master, your boundless pampering of Bibi Dong is not a good thing."

"It's alright, I know what I'm doing." Qian Daoliu waved his hand, not caring at all.

Golden Crocodile Douluo facepalmed, unable to bear watching.

He truly had no idea what Qian Daoliu was thinking.