Noblewoman

Zhongli, Paimon, and Du Siji arrived outside the gates of Moon Pavilion.

Moon Pavilion was a very mysterious place.

Although its owner was merely a level-nine spirit scholar who had never broken through to become a spirit master, she somehow had a method to treat the aftereffects of the Slaughter City.

The gatekeeper, upon seeing Zhongli and Paimon, rubbed his eyes, then suddenly shuddered!

He stood frozen for three seconds before snapping back to his senses.

"Greetings, Lord Martial God!"

In Heaven Dou City, even those who had never seen Zhongli in person had heard of his legend.

Especially the flying, unidentified creature.

There was almost no mistaking this spirit.

"Forgive my intrusion. May I trouble you to inform your master?" Zhongli said calmly. Very few things could stir his emotions.

Solving Du Siji's problem was something he could easily do. If he personally took action, resolving this issue was simple.

He could assist the Body Sect for a year, two years, or even centuries, millennia!

But eventually, he would retire.

When that time came, would the body spirit masters not still go mad?

This was something Zhongli did not wish to see. He wanted to solve the problem using "local" methods from the Douluo Continent.

Only by doing so could the issue be resolved once and for all.

Thinking of local methods, Moon Pavilion came to Zhongli's mind first.

This place was a center for cultivating singing, dancing, and etiquette.

Since they had a way to treat the aftereffects of the Slaughter City, could they also help a "lost" child like Du Siji find his true path?

When he wasn't using his spirit power, Du Siji was still relatively normal, and his thoughts hadn't strayed too far.

But once he used his spirit power, especially the longer he fought, the more crazed he became!

His goal was to defeat everyone, growing so arrogant that he couldn't tolerate anyone standing before him.

Du Siji's situation was not unusual. In fact, he wasn't even the most extreme case.

After all, his grandfather was still alive, as was his father, Du Liuhe. His parents were healthy, and his elders were present.

He hadn't lost any brothers or friends during training, nor had he suffered any emotional trauma.

His secondary body awakening was purely driven by the desire to prove he was not weaker than anyone else!

Anyone!

This had resulted in his arrogant, hyper-aggressive personality when his spirit was activated.

The feeling of holding a "sharp weapon" in his hands only amplified these traits.

The gatekeeper trembled again — the Martial God had just called him "little brother"!

Was this something a mere level-twenty spirit master could bear?

Swallowing hard, the gatekeeper saw that Zhongli appeared kind and gentle, and he confirmed a truth in his heart!

The rumors were absolutely accurate: Lord Martial God was the most amiable titled Douluo and the kindest of all strong individuals.

He only had one flaw: He always forgot to bring money when he went out and had to charge things to a tab.

Moreover, he didn't charge it to the Body Sect, but to the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Clan or the Crown Prince's Palace.

Good grief!

He really was a model of thrift and frugality!

"Please wait a moment, Lord. I will inform the master immediately!" the gatekeeper said hurriedly, not daring to delay.

Zhongli nodded and expressed his thanks.

Du Siji was puzzled by this but didn't dare to ask more.

The fact that his own issues had caused the sect leader so much trouble made Du Siji feel somewhat embarrassed.

He was different from his teammates, who had undergone their secondary body awakening under the effects of some kind of immortal herb.

As a result, their negative emotions were almost negligible.

Paimon glanced around the entrance of Moon Pavilion before flying over to Zhongli's side and quietly asking, "Zhongli, Zhongli!"

"Doesn't this place look like a noble's mansion?"

The exterior decorations of Moon Pavilion did indeed give off the impression of a wealthy noble's estate. There was an air of grandeur, subtly mixed with an aura of elegance.

"This place teaches etiquette and the performing arts," Zhongli responded without changing his expression.

For refined entertainment such as song and dance, Moon Pavilion was a more elegant option. However, this elegance was not entirely true elegance.

True elegance doesn't come from appearances or forms but is rather a manifestation of the inner self.

Many had praised Zhongli's every move as being filled with elegance, with careful attention to detail. But for Zhongli, this was simply his usual, natural demeanor.

A brief moment later, a beautiful noblewoman lifted her gown and hurried to the entrance of Moon Pavilion.

The news had shocked her so much that she momentarily forgot her usual decorum.

Lord Martial God, a figure at the pinnacle of power—perhaps a level 98 or even 99 spirit master—was visiting a place like Moon Pavilion. How could Tang Yuehua not be flustered?

From her appearance, Tang Yuehua looked to be in her thirties, though in reality, she was a bit older, already over forty and nearing fifty.

Powerful spirit masters could use their spirit energy to maintain youth, preserving both their appearance and figure. But in Tang Yuehua's case, her youthful looks came purely from good care, as she only had a spirit power level of nine, meaning she couldn't use spirit energy to maintain her looks.

"Greetings, Lord Martial God!"

Upon reaching Zhongli, Tang Yuehua quickly composed herself and offered him a noblewoman's curtsy.

As the third daughter of the Clear Sky Sect's main family, Tang Yuehua believed herself capable of remaining calm under any circumstances. Even when faced with figures like Emperor Xue Ye or Ning Fengzhi, she could maintain her noble bearing.

But in the presence of someone like her grandfather, she could not remain calm.

Judging from his prowess, Zhongli might even be stronger than her grandfather, Tang Chen!

This was why she was so flustered.

A figure of this magnitude—let alone herself—could not be offended by the entire Clear Sky Sect!

She had no idea what Zhongli's purpose in coming to Moon Pavilion was.

"Greetings, Lady Yuehua," Zhongli responded with a slight bow of his hands, offering a formal gesture in return.

He was neither a noble of the Heaven Dou Empire nor part of any aristocracy, so he did not use noble etiquette. Instead, he performed the traditional hand-in-fist gesture, wrapping his left hand around his right.

"Your Excellency, you are too kind. Please, come inside," Tang Yuehua said, gesturing for them to enter.

"And welcome, Paimon, as well as this... genius of the Body Sect."

She didn't actually recognize Du Siji. After all, there were many members in the Body Sect, and it was impossible for her to know them all. The only one she had ever met was an elder named Zhang Hu, who came to Moon Pavilion to recommend perfumes, soaps, and sachets.

To be fair, those items had become incredibly popular in Moon Pavilion!

Everyone, regardless of age or gender, loved those products.

In fact, Moon Pavilion was one of the largest customers of that project, which had been taken over by the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan. They were responsible for both production and sales.

Despite Tang Yuehua's compliments, Du Siji remained indifferent, paying no heed.

If Zhongli had praised him, perhaps he would have felt a swell of pride.

But from a woman with no real power, her praise was like a drop of water in the ocean, making no impact whatsoever.

Once the group entered Moon Pavilion, they took a moment to observe its interior design.

It wasn't grand or opulent, but rather gave off a quiet elegance and tranquility.

Everything, from the placement of potted plants to the other objects in the room, followed a balanced, orderly arrangement.

"This noblewoman does have some skill,"