Douluo Continent: Starting with a Tom Cat

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Shen An watched Bibi Dong's departing figure and shook his head. She was too immature and didn't even know how to win people's hearts.

But it's okay, he'll pretend to be offering himself up.

"Okay, let's leave it at that for now. I'm going back to sleep."

Tom and Jerry's eyes lit up; they could go home and get a good night's sleep.

Shen An turned and pointed at the two little ones, "You two have ruined the palace. You're not allowed to go back until it's repaired."

Tom and Jerry raised their hands sheepishly, looking like they were being very obedient.

Shen An was both amused and exasperated. These two kids were known for admitting their mistakes, but whether they actually remembered them was another matter.

Tom even stuck out his little mouth and kissed Shen An's finger, with a fawning expression on his face.

Shen An... This cat's attitude in admitting its mistake is really good.

"Alright, let's get started. I'll stay here with you."

Tom handed over a hard hat, put one on himself and Jerry as well, pulled out a bunch of repair tools, and got to work!

The sounds of clanging and banging echoed continuously across the small hill.

As Shen An watched, he couldn't help but feel sleepy. Tom, who was building the Douluo Palace, saw this and signaled Jerry to stop work.

Then, he took out a small bed, laid out a mattress and pillows, and helped Shen An up there, while also putting earmuffs on him.

Afterwards, he turned back to continue his great construction project. After all, the Douluo Palace was so big that it would take at least half a day to build.

The moon sets and the sun rises; dawn breaks.

A ray of sunlight shone on Shen An's face, making him feel a little dazzled. He opened his eyes in a daze and a palace with a pure white exterior, like jade, suddenly appeared before him.

Shen An looked around. The house was finished, but where were his cat and mouse?

At the same time, she realized that she was lying in bed with a blanket covering her, and a warm feeling welled up in her heart. This cat really knows how to take care of people.

"A miracle, it's simply a miracle!" Yue Guan's eerie voice rang out as he stared in shock at what lay before him.

He entered the Douluo Hall and gently touched the wall with his hand, causing golden ripples to instantly spread across it.

At this moment, Yue Guan's heart was filled with a huge wave of shock as he looked at Shen An. How could he have even reproduced the defenses of the Douluo Palace?

Last night, one titled Douluo after another appeared here, and they all remained silent as they looked at the ancient and grand Douluo Hall in front of them.

Qian Daoliu also appeared. He looked at Shen An lying on the bed and couldn't help but twitch his lips. Goodness, he even set up a bed. He had a very comfortable time yesterday.

Shen An also secretly got out of bed. With so many people watching, he felt strangely uneasy lying in bed.

"Let's go in and take a look," Qian Daoliu said, and everyone agreed.

In principle, no one is allowed to enter except for the Grand Sacrifice and the newly appointed Title Douluo. But now that everything has been destroyed and rebuilt, there is no such thing as principle anymore.

As soon as Qian Daoliu stepped inside, he realized how familiar it was; it was truly authentic.

Except for the plaques of the Hall of Douluo with titles from all generations, which he had put away and not hung up, and the holy sword in front of the angel sculpture, everything else was exactly the same.

However, at the foot of the angel sculpture, two cats and mice with dog heads were fast asleep.

Looking at Shen An, who had changed his appearance, Qian Daoliu sighed inwardly, thinking that this kid always managed to surprise people.

He then nodded slightly: "Very good. Since that's the case, let's settle this matter once and for all. Let's not talk about the destruction of the Douluo Palace."

"Yes, sir!" all the titled Douluos replied in unison.

Seeing this, Shen An quickly echoed his opinion.

"Me too!"

Everyone...

It seems like something strange has snuck in.

The news also reached Bibi Dong, who was recuperating in a secluded room.

In the dimly lit secret chamber, Bibi Dong's expression was uncertain. Was the Douluo Palace really repaired? Did Yan Chixia survive?

The thought of the great price she had paid for Yan Chixia caused Bibi Dong a pang of heartache.

At the same time, I wondered if my attitude towards Yan Chixia was not good when I left last night, and whether he would hold a grudge.

Sometimes people are like that; the more they give, the more reluctant they are to give up.

She didn't have much contact with Yan Chixia, who was actually Shen An, but the price she paid was considerable.

After much deliberation, Bibi Dong decided to increase her investment to completely win over Shen An, otherwise she would be at a huge loss!

Chapter 288 Why didn't Tang Hao enter the City of Slaughter? Was he too weak?

The Papal Palace houses all of Bibi Dong's confidants.

Bibi Dong, pale-faced on the throne, coughed occasionally, as if to tell Shen An, "Don't forget I was injured in your place."

Shen An also feigned a moved expression: "His Holiness the Pope was so seriously injured for my sake, I, Yan, am truly grateful even if I die a thousand deaths."

Bibi Dong's eyes revealed a look of satisfaction. Her injuries were not light, but she was not close to death.

This whole thing is just a show.

"Guards, bring forth the soul bone I treasure." A fully armored guard stepped forward, carrying a jade tray upon which rested a gleaming bone.

'Soul Bone!' Shen An was slightly surprised. This Pope is really willing to spend money.

Not only Shen An, but all the titled Douluo below him were watching intently.

Soul bones are incredibly precious; even titled Douluo don't possess many.

Among them, Yue Guan was the worst off, as this level 95 Title Douluo had not a single soul bone in his body.

A sense of resentment arose in everyone's hearts, feeling that Bibi Dong was too kind to Shen An, who had not made any achievements, yet was rewarded with such a treasure.

It's pitiful that they've worked so diligently for decades, only to receive nothing but empty promises.

It's infuriating!

How could they know that there is such a thing as sunk costs?

The more you invest in someone, the less you want to give them up.

When their pope was on the hill, after taking that sword, all he could think about was, "I have sacrificed too much. I must subdue Yan Chixia."

Therefore, it is not surprising that they would do such a thing.

Shen An accepted it; why not take something that's offered to him? Even though he had the system as a backup, he could still give it away.

However, Shen An still politely asked, "Your Holiness, what does this mean?"

"The Spirit Hall is in dire need of manpower right now. Your potential is immense and should not be wasted. This soul bone is hereby bestowed upon you. We hope that you will serve the Spirit Hall wholeheartedly in the future."

Shen An feigned a sob and said, "I have lived in the mountains for a long time. Now that I have met a wise ruler, I will do my best."

Bibi Dong nodded slightly: "Because of the Douluo Palace incident, Qian Daoliu will definitely see you as a thorn in his side. It just so happens that I have something that I need you to do, so you can just lay low for a while."

"I, Yan, obey the Pope's decree." Shen An would certainly not refuse. His purpose in coming here was to gain the Pope's trust so that he could calmly investigate Xue Qinghe's affairs.

"Escort my disciple to a certain place."

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Meanwhile, in the dark underground world.

"Asura King! Asura King! Asura King!"

Frenzied screams echoed from the hellish killing field.

At the feet of the strangely handsome Tang San lay eight skeletons, the remains of his opponents whom he had just drained into dust.

The only Soul Master still alive is one who wields a longsword.

Tang San looked at it with disgust and said in a cold voice, "I hate all Soul Masters who wield swords!"

The Ghostly Shadow technique was activated, and the Eight Spider Lances pierced through his body, turning him into a skeleton in an instant.

A look of ecstasy spread across his face. He absolutely loved this place—the darkness, the madness, and the countless powerful Soul Masters waiting for him to devour.

Because he hasn't acquired his seventh spirit ring, his cultivation level has been stuck at level 70. But it doesn't matter; once he gets out, he'll soar to new heights.

'But I really don't want to go out.' Tang San's greedy gaze swept over every Soul Master in the audience of the Hell Slaughter Arena. These were all top-quality ingredients.

However, Tang San quickly suppressed his killing intent. It wasn't the right time yet. He couldn't attack those Soul Masters without a reason, at least not without taking the initiative.

After all, the King of Hell had already warned him.

The City of Slaughter, a dark and spacious room.

An exceptionally tall chair, inlaid with blue and purple crystals outlining a drum tower shape, with everything else in dark red.

"The Asura King won again, and without exception, all of his followers were completely absorbed."

A cold, eerie female voice echoed in the darkness.

“I know.” A tall figure sat down on the giant chair.

“Great King, I believe he will soon be able to challenge the Hell Road. Should we contact the Asura King and invite him to join us?”

The King of Slaughter was silent for a moment: "No need. If this Asura King joins our Slaughter City, he will destroy us."

"why."

“I have seen this person. He seems respectable, but deep down he is even more selfish and greedy than I am. He only lives for himself, and everyone else is just a stepping stone for him in the end. He is a born bad seed.”

“That great king, why don’t we try to get rid of him? If he becomes the God of Slaughter, he will surely bring unpredictable consequences to our City of Slaughter.”

"Isn't there such a teaching on the fable wall? When the god of death descends, there will be calamity in hell."

A hint of apprehension crossed the King of Slaughter's face, but it quickly turned into a look of doubt.

"No, this Asura King has the God of Slaughter as his backer. The God of Slaughter who passes through Hell Road can return to the City of Slaughter at any time. Within their God of Slaughter's Domain, any Soul Master can regain the use of their Soul Skills. This would be a devastating blow to the City of Slaughter."

"But why does that God of Slaughter only release his God of Slaughter Domain outside the City of Slaughter and not come in personally? His personality is the most domineering and tyrannical."

"Could something have happened to him?" The King of Slaughter's eyes flickered.

Every god of death is a potential threat to the City of Slaughter, and it would be best to eliminate them.

To take action or not to take action?

The dark room remained silent for a long time, until finally a sigh was heard.

Unfortunately, the King of Slaughter still didn't want to take any risks. Otherwise, he would have discovered a wild Tang Hao with a severed hand and serious injuries, thus staging a hilarious scene of filial piety.

The grandfather killing his grandson ignited a firestorm.

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half a month later.

Shen An is currently leading Hu Liena north to a place called the City of Slaughter, where he will represent Bibi Dong to negotiate a deal with the King of Slaughter.

Arriving at a small town, Shen An followed the map and entered a tavern. The moment he stepped inside, he was struck by a chilling atmosphere.

The tavern was about 40% full. The air was stuffy, and few people spoke. However, the unfriendly expression on everyone's face was obvious.

All eyes turned greedily to Hu Liena; this woman was naturally charming and very eye-catching.

Tom the cowardly cat was so frightened that he clung to Shen An.

A waiter came up and asked, "What would you like to order?"

Shen An said directly, "Let this girl enter the Killing City."

Upon hearing this, everyone burst into laughter. The richly dressed Hu Liena didn't seem like someone who would enter the Killing City at all; instead, she seemed more like a delicate young lady.

"Kid, are you out of your mind? You think you can get into the Killing City?"

"This chick is so pretty. Instead of letting her go in and be ruined, let us guys have some fun with her first."

"Exactly, exactly, I'm already itching for it."

A fierce-looking man with lustful eyes walked towards Hu Liena, his large hand poised to slap her buttocks.

"Ahhh! My hand!"

All the Soul Masters stood up instantly, their auras becoming tense and confrontational.