Bibi Dong didn't know how she managed to walk out of Feng Ran Pavilion.
She only regained awareness when the cold night wind of Spirit City brushed against her beautiful face—now stripped of madness and malice—waking her as if from a dream.
A hollow stillness surged through her purified soul, swallowing her whole like a tide.
The entire world turned black and white.
Only two things retained color:
the warm orange light leaking through the crack of the door behind her,
and the faint scent of food mixed with the laughter of young girls.
As if compelled by a ghostly instinct, she turned around.
Just one glance—
And her breath stopped completely.
That languid figure now sat at the very table she had occupied moments ago.
But the cold indifference he had shown her—the kind he reserved for "guests" like her—was nowhere to be found.
A faint, gentle smile rested on his lips, warm enough to melt every winter in the world.
The dishes before him weren't radiant with divine light—just a few plates of steaming, ordinary home-cooked stir-fries.
Yet the simple fragrance of happiness was hundreds, thousands of times richer than that refined "Dust-Cleansing, Heart-Calming Meal" she had just consumed.
Hu Liena, smiling sweetly, leaned forward and picked up a glistening slice of meat for him.
Her movements were so natural—as if she had done it ten thousand times—her eyes overflowing with tenderness and affection.
On the other side, Zhu Zhuyun, whom Bibi Dong had always viewed as cunning, poured him a cup of hot tea with a reverence bordering on worship. A satisfied smile curved her lips, gentle and sincere.
Even Zhu Zhuqing—the quiet, puppet-like one—sat across from him eating in small, refined bites, and for the first time, a soft warmth brightened her usually icy eyes.
They were not a god surrounded by believers.
They were a family.
A warm home she would never belong to.
Only now did Bibi Dong truly understand.
What she had just spent twenty-eight thousand gold coins on was merely a meal.
But the scene before her…
this warmth, this happiness, this life she had sought all her life—only to crush it with her own hands—
was never for sale.
A hot tear slipped down her clear, glass-like eyes.
This time, it wasn't for hatred.
Nor obsession.
But for a light so close… yet forever out of reach.
The light called happiness.
Grumble—
A quiet but piercing sound came from Bibi Dong's stomach.
Her glazed eyes froze for a fraction of a moment.
The Supreme Pontiff—once feared by the entire continent—instinctively placed a delicate hand over her lower abdomen.
There it was: a mortal hunger she had not felt in decades.
But she knew—
It wasn't truly her stomach that was starving.
It was her heart.
Empty.
Lonely.
Terrifyingly desolate.
At last, Bibi Dong turned away and walked back into her own boundless darkness.
Time passed.
The luxurious Employee Meal neared its end.
Lin Feng leaned back in his chair, gazing at the three satisfied girls. A gentle curve tugged at the corner of his lips—a genuine, quietly warm smile.
He snapped his fingers lazily.
"Oh, right.
I almost forgot the main business."
The three girls looked up, slightly confused.
Main business?
Hu Liena blinked her fox-like eyes. Suddenly, she remembered something—her breath catching.
"Senior… does that mean—"
"That's right."
Lin Feng nodded, the smile on his lips meaningful.
"As the first batch of Employees in this establishment, you deserve a few benefits."
"Consider it… your newcomer gift package."
As his voice fell, Lin Feng casually waved his hand.
In an instant—
Three Immortal Herbs materialized out of thin air before them, each one radiating a soul-shaking medicinal aura.
Before Hu Liena lay a strange flower—entirely blood-red.
Its layered petals resembled burning flames and weeping roses, its fragrance mysterious and intoxicating, subtly tugging at the hearts of all beings.
Before Zhu Zhuqing was a peculiar plant only three inches tall.
It was pitch-black like carved obsidian, with soft, velvety leaves resembling cat ears.
At its top bloomed a nearly transparent, silver-white epiphyllum, moonlight flowing silently along its fragile edges—pure and noble beyond words.
And the one before Zhu Zhuyun was the most bizarre of all.
A single ink-black stem with no leaves—swallowing all nearby light.
At its tip, a dark gray, single-petaled flower bloomed, its form flickering between illusion and reality, an eldritch radiance pulsing deep within its core.
"Crimson Flame Bewitching Rose.
Moon-Soul Flowing-Light Epiphyllum.
Shadow Stealth Flower."
Lin Feng introduced them as casually as roadside weeds.
"Now, they are yours."
Zhu Zhuqing and Zhu Zhuyun nearly stopped breathing.
Even without recognizing the herbs, the Hell Civet spirits in their bodies trembled violently—wild, uncontrollable.
It was a yearning from the deepest depths of their bloodline—
a primal thrum signaling that their life level…
was on the verge of ascending.
Just consuming the flower before them could shatter fate and open the door to a new world.
"Immortal… Immortal Herb!"
Hu Liena, with her broader experience, was the first to break the silence.
Her voice trembled, her fox-like eyes glowing with fervent awe.
She bowed deeply.
"Thank you, Senior, for your divine grace!"
The two sisters jolted awake and hurriedly followed, clutching the herbs as if they might vanish at any moment.
Lin Feng merely shook his head with an amused smile.
"Alright, go on.
And remember—be on time tomorrow.
If you're late, there's no breakfast."
"Yes!"
The three answered respectfully and prepared to leave.
But just as they turned—
Lin Feng's indifferent gaze fell upon Zhu Zhuyun.
"Zhuyun."
Her body froze instantly.
A surge of joy and heat exploded within her chest.
Senior called me… specifically?!
Did he acknowledge my diligence?
My ambition?
Or… does he require a special service that only I—
Her heartbeat skyrocketed.
She straightened, posing in what she believed was her most alluring form.
"Senior, I am here!"
Lin Feng replied casually.
"Wash the dishes in the back kitchen before you go."
"…"
Zhu Zhuyun's expression froze solid.
Pfft—
Hu Liena couldn't hold back her laughter, her fox-eyes shimmering with smug amusement.
But Zhu Zhuyun's embarrassment lasted less than a second.
Because suddenly—she understood.
Wash dishes?
No.
This was no mere chore.
This was a warning—
a reminder to temper her ambition—
to comprehend the Dao from the simplest foundation!
A unique trial!
A sign that Senior viewed her differently!
One day, only she would remain by his side…
providing him with that truly special service—
Having reached this holy revelation, her disappointment evaporated, replaced by burning devotion.
She bowed deeply, voice filled with unwavering determination.
"Yes!"
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