Douluo Continent: Hit me and I'll get your divine gear, Bibi Dong is addicted!

When Golden Crocodile Douluo returned to the Hall of Worship, it was already broad daylight.

He pushed open the door and found the Demon-Slaying Douluo sitting inside the hall, playing with the fragment of the Panlong Soul Bone in his hand, seemingly waiting for him.

"Fifth Brother, you've been gone for so long?" Demon-Slaying Douluo looked up at him. "How was the harvest?"

Golden Crocodile Douluo did not answer, but walked to his seat and sat down.

He took a deep breath and took out the items from his arms one by one, placing them on the table in front of him.

The first item is a fragment of a black-grade golden crocodile soul bone.

The second item is the Black-grade Golden Crocodile Martial Soul Evolution Fluid.

The third item is a Black-grade Soul Power Breakthrough Pill.

The fourth item is the design blueprint for the Black-grade Golden Crocodile Armor.

The fifth item is the right leg bone of a red-grade golden crocodile.

The sixth item is a Red-grade Martial Soul Bloodline Pill.

The seventh item is 3 Red-grade Golden Crocodile Soul Bone Fragments.

The eighth item is a red-level soul ring fusion stone.

The ninth item: the left arm bone of a red-grade golden crocodile.

The table was filled with treasures, their black and red light reflecting off each other, illuminating the entire hall.

The Demon-Slaying Douluo's mouth gaped wider and wider, his eyes widened, and he almost dropped the Panlong Soul Bone fragment in his hand.

"This...you saw all of this this morning?"

Golden Crocodile Douluo nodded, a hint of undisguised smugness on his face: "Less than half an hour."

The Demon-Slaying Douluo remained silent.

He looked at the fragment of the Panlong Soul Bone in his hand, then at the pile of treasures on the Golden Crocodile Douluo's table, and suddenly felt that he had suffered a huge loss.

"Fifth brother, call me next time you go."

Golden Crocodile Douluo's lips curled slightly upward: "Didn't you already go?"

"That was a test, I didn't go all out." Demon-Slaying Douluo stood up. "This time, I'm going to go all out."

Golden Crocodile Douluo did not refuse, but carefully put away the treasures on the table one by one.

He looked at Demon-Slaying Douluo and said solemnly, "Seventh Brother, Su Chen is more important than we thought. We should talk to the Grand Elder."

Demon-Slaying Douluo nodded: "You're right, I'll go find the Grand Elder."

"No rush." ​​Golden Crocodile Douluo waved his hand. "Let me digest all this first. Then, we'll let our strength speak for itself."

The Demon-Slaying Douluo understood what he meant.

After consuming the Martial Soul Evolution Liquid and the Martial Soul Bloodline Pill, Golden Crocodile Douluo's strength will undoubtedly reach a new level.

At that time, his words will carry even more weight in the temple.

"Then we'll wait for your good news."

Golden Crocodile Douluo nodded, got up and walked towards his training room.

West side hall.

After seeing off Golden Crocodile Douluo, Su Chen began another day of queuing up to farm treasures.

The line is longer today than yesterday.

The news spread quickly, and Golden Crocodile Douluo visited for two consecutive days, causing quite a stir in Wuhun City.

Many Soul Masters who were originally observing have come today.

"Next."

Su Chen sat in the chair, greeting each person who came forward as usual.

A Soul King stepped forward and unleashed a powerful palm strike.

[Ding! Attacked by a Five-Ring Soul King!]

[Shield Value -50]

[Slight increase in physical strength!]

[Dropped Items: Blue-grade Soul Power Pill x2]

The Soul King picked up the pill and left happily.

Another Soul Master stepped forward.

[Ding! Under attack from a fourth-ring Soul Master!]

[Shield Value -40]

[Dropped Items: White-grade Healing Potion x3]

Another Soul Emperor stepped forward.

[Ding! Attacked by a Sixth-Ring Soul Emperor!]

[Shield Value -60]

[Dropped Item: Purple-grade Soul Power Origin Pill x1]

Purple level!

A commotion immediately broke out around them.

"A purple-grade weapon has appeared! The Soul Emperor has obtained a purple-grade weapon!"

"Mr. Su Chen's system is truly amazing! It drops great items no matter what level of attack it is!"

"I'm going to come early to queue up tomorrow too!"

Su Chen closed his eyes, feeling the slow increase of power within his body.

The Soul Masters at level 34 steadily increased their Soul Power. Although each increase was small, the sheer number of them made up for it.

System prompts kept ringing in my mind, with white, blue, and purple levels appearing alternately.

Occasionally there are black-grade items, but the probability is not high—after all, the attack strength of low-level soul masters is limited, and getting a purple-grade item is already extremely lucky.

Su Chen didn't care at all.

What he needs is quantity, not quality.

Although low-level Soul Masters don't drop high-level items, they have the advantage of having a large number of them, resulting in a stable consumption of Divine Shield value.

Moreover, for them, white and blue level items are already a rare find.

Why not pursue a win-win situation?

The procession moved forward slowly.

A burly Soul King stepped forward, his muscles bulging, and his body emanating a faint aura of flames.

He took a deep breath, threw both fists, and slammed them heavily into Su Chen's chest.

[Ding! Attacked by a Five-Ring Soul King!]

[Shield Value -50]

[Slight increase in physical strength!]

[Dropped Item: Purple-grade Flame Martial Soul Pill x1]

A purple pill fell to the ground, emitting a rich aura of flames.

The Soul King was overjoyed, picking up the pill and repeatedly thanking Su Chen: "Thank you so much, Mr. Su Chen! With this pill, the quality of my martial soul can be improved once again!"

Su Chen waved his hand: "You're welcome, come again tomorrow."

"Definitely! Definitely!"

The Soul King, holding the pills, ran off happily.

Another Soul Master stepped forward.

[Ding! Under attack from a fourth-ring Soul Master!]

[Shield Value -40]

[Dropped Item: Blue-grade Agility Manual x1]

A blue-covered manual fell to the ground, with four words written on the cover: "Wind Shadow Step".

The Soul Master picked up the manual, flipped through a few pages, and his eyes grew brighter and brighter: "This is... a self-created movement soul skill? After practicing it, it can greatly increase movement speed?"

The Soul Master picked up the manual, flipped through a few pages, and his eyes grew brighter and brighter: "This is... a self-created movement soul skill? After practicing it, it can greatly increase movement speed?"

He bowed deeply to Su Chen: "Thank you, Mr. Su Chen!"

Su Chen nodded in acknowledgment and continued to greet the next person.

Yue Guan stood aside, watching the endless stream of people, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

Su Chen's loot drops are becoming increasingly abundant.

Initially, there were only fragments of soul bones and pills, but now there are even manuals, blueprints, and fusion stones.

Moreover, the quality distribution is very reasonable—low-level Soul Masters get white and blue, occasionally purple; high-level Soul Masters get purple and black, occasionally red.

It ensures the participation of lower-level Soul Masters while providing sufficient incentives for higher-level Soul Masters.

"Moon Pass".

Su Chen's voice came through.

Yue Guan quickly stepped forward: "Yes."

"Go tell the ghost to make a trip to the offering hall."

"What did you say?"

"Tell them that I'll set aside time specifically for the elders of the Hall of Offerings tomorrow. Half an hour in the morning, anyone can come, and they can call as many times as they want."

Yue Guan swallowed hard. "Was that a bit too... direct?"

Su Chen smiled and said, "The more direct you are, the more interested they will be."

Yue Guan thought about it and felt it made sense, so he turned around and went to find Gui Mei.

Su Chen continued to greet the Soul Masters who were queuing up.

Time passed little by little, from dawn to noon, and from noon to dusk.

The line has finally reached its end.

After the last person finished and left, Su Chen stood up and stretched his somewhat stiff body.

Looking at the system panel, I saw that I had consumed nearly 4,000 points of Aegis value today, and my Soul Power was one step closer to level 35.

"good."

Su Chen nodded in satisfaction.

Just then, the palace door was pushed open, and the ghost walked in.

"Mr. Su Chen, the message has been delivered."

"What's the reaction from the Hall of Offerings?"

"Golden Crocodile Douluo said he understands, Demon Subduing Douluo said he will come tomorrow, and the other retainers have not yet expressed their opinions."

Su Chen nodded.

No statement means they won't come.

Some people need to wait and see, and only take action after seeing more results.

There's no rush, take your time.

"There's one more thing," Ghost hesitated for a moment, "His Holiness the Pope invites you to dine at the Papal Palace tonight."

Su Chen raised an eyebrow: "Another dinner invitation? Has His Majesty been too idle lately?"

Ghostly's lips twitched, but he didn't dare to reply.

"Okay, I'll go in a bit."

The ghost bowed and retreated.

Su Chen sat back down in his chair, closed his eyes to rest for a moment, then got up, straightened his clothes, and went out.

As night fell, the streets of Wuhun City were deserted.

Su Chen walked alone toward the Papal Palace, his footsteps echoing on the empty stone path.

The Papal Palace was brightly lit.

Bibi Dong sat on the throne, toying with the fragment of the gold-level Rakshasa godhood in her hand.

Hearing footsteps, she looked up, a faint smile playing on her lips.

"You're here?"

"Since Your Majesty has invited me, I dare not refuse."

Su Chen walked to the center of the hall and casually found a place to sit down.

Bibi Dong put away the fragments, stood up, and sat down opposite Su Chen.

The table was already set with food and drinks, steaming hot.

"I heard that the Golden Crocodile stayed at your place for a long time today?"

Su Chen picked up his chopsticks: "You stayed for quite a long time, and you beat me up several times."

"And the harvest?"

"Not bad, some things were lost."

Bibi Dong looked at him, a hint of inquiry in her eyes: "Just not bad?"

Su Chen smiled and said, "Your Majesty can ask Golden Crocodile Douluo about what exactly was lost. I can't control his mouth."

Bibi Dong didn't ask any further questions. Instead, she picked up the wine pot and poured Su Chen a cup of wine.

"Su Chen, have you ever thought about this?"

"What's the problem?"

"If those people from the Hall of Offerings all come looking for you, your Divine Shield value will be depleted much faster."

Bibi Dong looked at him and said, "Your strength will increase faster and faster. At that time, the balance of the Spirit Hall will be broken."

Su Chen picked up his wine cup and took a sip: "Is Your Majesty afraid that I'm too strong, or that the Hall of Offerings is too strong?"

Bibi Dong remained silent.

Su Chen put down his wine glass and looked at her: "Your Majesty, rest assured, I'm just here to be beaten. Whoever beats me, I'll reward them handsomely. I won't get involved in political matters."

Bibi Dong looked at him, remained silent for a long time, and finally smiled.

"Su Chen, you are the smartest person I have ever met."

Su Chen shook his head: "I'm not smart, I'm just lazy. Too lazy to scheme and fight for power. Why bother with all that trouble when getting beaten up can make me stronger?"

Bibi Dong was speechless.

What this person said seemed to make a lot of sense, but something about it also seemed off.

But she didn't continue the conversation; instead, she picked up her glass and said, "Let's drink."

Su Chen raised his glass and gently clinked it against hers.

The crisp sound of the collision echoed in the empty hall.

As night deepened, the lights inside the Papal Palace remained bright.