Douluo Continent: Reincarnated as the Rock King Emperor, Wandering the Mortal World

Chapter 15: In a time of peace and prosperity, Morax is no longer needed.

Tian Dou City, Dugu... no, now it's Zhongli Mansion.

After listening to the music and watching the play, Zhongli and Paimeng returned to their residence.

Although Zhongli was a guest minister in the Crown Prince's residence, he rejected Xue Qinghe's suggestion of "cohabitation".

Paimon drifted ahead, occasionally glancing back at Zhongli to see if he was keeping up.

Suddenly, as if she had thought of something, her eyes lit up, and she said to Zhong Li, "Zhong Li, how much of your former strength do you still have?"

It's important to know that Morax was preparing to go to the Dark Sea because he was about to succumb to wear and tear.

Wear and tear will significantly reduce the power of the demon god.

Paimon was very worried that Zhongli's strength would also be greatly reduced.

Zhong Li: It's the Morax that's worn out, what does that have to do with me, Zhong Li?

Upon hearing this, Zhongli paused, lost in his memories.

The heavens move, mountains and seas take shape, stars rise from barren lands, shining like the blazing sun, Morax...

I wonder how Rahu is doing. If he weren't in Teyvat, would Rahu's last bit of kindness be worn away?

At this point, worrying is futile.

Zhong Li shook his head, putting those thoughts out of his mind, and calmly said, "In times of peace and prosperity, Morax is no longer needed."

When there is no strife in the world and people live in peace and contentment, there is naturally no need for Morax.

Morax didn't need to display his boundless killing prowess.

After a pause, Zhongli continued, "As long as Liyue, or all living beings in the world, need me."

"Then I will still be that..."

"The Rock King!"

I wonder if I'll ever be able to go back to Liyue.

With a silent sigh, Zhong Li quickly regained his composure.

Over six thousand years old, in such a long period of time, his emotions rarely fluctuated.

Unless it's someone I care about...

"You mean, you mean you've always been at your peak?"

Paimon's eyes widened, and he even stammered a little.

These words truly shocked her!

Upon hearing this, Zhongli simply shook his head, smiled, and did not give a direct answer.

"Get some rest. There will probably be a lot of guests tomorrow."

The sliver of strength he displayed today was only a tiny, very small part of his abilities.

However, for the people of Douluo Continent, this strength is practically the limit.

In this situation, it's impossible for no one to come and visit.

"Sigh~"

Paimon was taken aback. She had been following Zhongli the whole time and hadn't left his side for a moment. How come she didn't know that a guest was coming?

"Zhongli, when did you invite someone over?"

"Is that Prince Xue Qinghe?"

"I'm not sure, but she should be there."

It's all "TA," Paimon can't tell if it's her or him.

Seeing Zhongli enter the mansion, Paimeng was slightly taken aback. Was there something that hadn't been explained clearly?

"Damn it, that riddle-teller!"

Paimon remembered; she had asked Zhongli if he had always been at his peak...

"Zhongli, wait for me!"

Sunrise and sunset, a new day, a new cycle.

"Hey, Zhongli, aren't we going to have breakfast today?"

Seeing Zhongli brewing tea, Paimon's little head was filled with big question marks.

With a silent sigh, Zhongli waved his hand, and an exquisitely crafted plate appeared, on which sat several mouthwatering steamed buns.

At this point, no heat was escaping from the surface of the xiaolongbao, and it looked cold.

However, they are indeed fresh out of the oven, and only a true master can make these xiaolongbao (soup dumplings) achieve this effect.

"These are the soup dumplings with pork skin from Widow Li's shop in the south of the city. They taste alright."

"What could possibly elicit such high praise from you, Zhongli, must be delicious food!"

"Hehe, thanks."

"Buy me food so early in the morning!"

Paimon rubbed her hands together, ready to start eating, when Zhongli handed her a pair of chopsticks and a spoon.

"?"

Chopsticks, Paimon understands.

What kind of spoon do you use to eat steamed buns?

She was a little confused, but she still accepted it.

"I'll demonstrate the correct way to eat it."

As they were talking, Zhongli took out another pair of chopsticks, picked up a small steamed bun, and placed it on a spoon.

Then I bit through the skin of the xiaolongbao, and immediately... (I won't go into details, it just doesn't feel like a proper xiaolongbao).

Throughout the entire process, his movements were extremely elegant, leaving Paimon completely stunned.

So this is how it's eaten?

so amazing!

Wait a minute, could it be that Zhongli just wanted to eat another one, so she gave him a demonstration?

Zhong Li bought the food, so it's okay if he eats one more, right?

While Paimon had finished breakfast, he was still wondering why the xiaolongbao (soup dumplings) came with soup inside.

The gates of the Zhong residence rang.

This mansion had no servants; it was only inhabited by Zhongli and Paimeng.

Its previous owner was a recluse and also had no servants...

"Huh, someone really has arrived?!"

At this moment, Paimon's eyes widened as he turned to look at the composed Zhongli, as if he had discovered a new continent.

The Rock Demon God also possesses the ability to predict the future?

That shouldn't be the case. If he had that ability, there would still be some demons around...

Thinking of this, Paimon didn't say it aloud.

Even though she lacked emotional intelligence, she understood that it was Zhongli's lifelong pain.

I long to buy osmanthus blossoms and share wine, but alas, when will I see my old friend again...?

This shows that Zhongli has never let go; the knife... oops, the pain has always been with him.

"I'll go greet you..."

With Paimon's build, forget it, she's the kind of person who can't even open a door.

"You rest here for now, I'll be right back."

"don't want!"

Paimon quickly shook his head. As a professional "mouth of God," how could he rest here?

"I'll go with you!"

"it is good."

Zhong Li didn't think much of it and agreed immediately.

There were two people who came.

One of them possessed an extremely powerful aura, making him one of the most formidable people Zhongli had encountered since arriving in Douluo Continent.

Humans are, after all, just humans.

The opponent's strength is quite good in the Douluo Continent.

As for the other one, his aura was stronger than many others, but his frail appearance made him difficult to judge.

After a moment's thought, Zhong Li guessed who it was.

Upon opening the door, one is greeted by a middle-aged man with a gentle smile. He exudes an air of refinement and elegance, much like a scholar.

Behind him stood an elderly man with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, long white hair cascading down his shoulders, his gaze piercing and hinting at a fighting spirit.

"Mr. Zhongli, I am Ning Fengzhi, the sect leader of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School."

"I apologize for coming uninvited, sir!"

Ning Fengzhi said very politely that, given his status, even if he didn't have the strength of a Title Douluo, he could still be on par with a Title Douluo.

After all, Ning is the sect leader of one of the three upper sects. Ordinary titled Douluo would not dare to be presumptuous and would at least address him as Sect Leader Ning.

(End of this chapter)