The light in Bibi Dong's eyes visibly went out.
She stood there like someone whose bones had been removed—her entire spirit drained in an instant. She staggered back, her elegant face washed with despair.
It's over.
The dream called "happiness"… shattered.
Seeing her looking as if she might become a widow on the spot or hang herself from a crooked tree the next second, Lin Feng's heart lurched.
No, no, big sister—hold on!
Isn't it just one meal a day? Is it really that serious?!
You're the Supreme Pontiff!
Can you at least pretend to have the mentality of a top powerhouse?!
If this top-tier leek withers like this, where was he supposed to complain?
Lin Feng had already cursed that dog system a hundred times from head to toe.
Are you playing with me?!
You forced me to reject her in the most final, cold-blooded way possible—
and now you expect me to salvage it immediately?!
Do you think my deity persona is a toy?!
But he had no choice.
The act had to continue.
Internally roaring like a madman, outwardly Lin Feng remained calm and detached, as if he truly controlled all forces under heaven.
He slowly raised his head, looking up at a forty-five-degree angle toward the ceiling—his expression deep, as though communicating with an existence beyond mortal understanding.
Then he sighed.
A soft sigh.
But filled with the helplessness and loneliness of a god gazing down upon all living things.
"Rules… are inanimate."
His voice was gentle—yet when it reached Bibi Dong's ears, it was like a bolt of thunder exploding inside her collapsing heart.
She suddenly looked up.
In her dim glazed eyes, a faint ember of light flickered back to life.
Lin Feng slowly turned around.
For the first time, his calm, deep gaze met hers with utter seriousness.
"But now and then… there appears a devout believer worthy of making even a god stop and take notice."
"You have moved me."
"Thus, I have decided to make an exception for you—just this once."
Boom—
Bibi Dong's mind went blank.
Happiness… appeared so suddenly?
She stared blankly at Lin Feng, lips trembling, unable to form a single word.
Lin Feng continued at a deliberate, divine pace, as if bestowing supreme grace upon a mortal on a whim:
"From this day forward, this esteemed one grants you the title of—
'Supreme Honored Guest.'"
"You shall be the first… and in the future, the only guest to receive such special privilege."
"During this period, you may enjoy three meals a day here…
without any additional payment."
Then Lin Feng shifted his tone, reinforcing awe.
"But divine grace must not be abused."
"The reward remains once per day."
Those final words didn't even reach Bibi Dong.
Her mind had stopped completely at:
Three meals a day…
Three meals a day…
Three meals a day!!!
The iron-blooded Empress who once made the entire continent tremble was now as ecstatic as a little girl.
She wanted to speak, but emotion clogged her throat.
Only broken "ho… ho…" sounds leaked out.
In her overwhelmed state, she instinctively stepped forward and grabbed Lin Feng's hand tightly—like someone clutching the last thread of hope.
"Thank… thank you, Senior…"
"I… I…"
Her voice cracked.
A single hot tear slipped down and landed on the back of Lin Feng's hand.
Lin Feng, however, remained fully composed—almost wanting to laugh.
Done.
Perfect recovery.
I give myself full marks for this divine-level tug-of-war!
Ghost Douluo and the others were practically choking on jealousy.
They wanted nothing more than to shove Bibi Dong aside, latch onto Senior's leg, and cry for a monthly package too.
Of course… thinking was all they dared to do.
But the biggest reaction came from—
Zhu Zhuyun.
Her beautiful eyes were wide open, her mind completely blue-screened.
This script… was absolutely wrong!
Last night, weren't they all in the middle of competing for "Feng Ran Pavilion Employee" positions?
Her plan was perfect.
Her goal was clear.
Her strategy precise.
Main opponent: vixen Hu Liena.
Secondary threat: quiet sister.
Fight the vixen.
Guard against the sister.
As long as she washed dishes diligently, built up goodwill steadily, and occasionally displayed her strengths—winning Senior's favor was only a matter of time!
She had even planned out her future life route!
But what was this?!
Why did the entire version update after just one night?!
Bibi Dong, the Supreme Pontiff, actually overturned the social order, disregarded martial ethics, and personally descended into the battlefield?!
And she even brought the entire wealth of Spirit Hall…
Opened with a sliding tackle…
And directly spent money to unlock the ultimate privilege—
Three meals a day?!
Zhu Zhuyun felt her difficulty level jump instantly from "Normal"
straight to "Hidden Hell Mode."
Fortunately, Bibi Dong quickly realized her impropriety.
Her delicate face blushed violently.
She let go of Lin Feng's hand like she had touched lightning, retreating half a step shyly.
Lin Feng reacted with neither surprise nor warmth—only a calm nod.
"Go."
Having received permission, Bibi Dong took delicate, almost timid steps and sat at the table with Hu Liena and the others—like a maiden visiting her beloved's home for the first time—waiting excitedly for the meal to start.
Meanwhile, Lin Feng's gaze drifted toward the glittering "mountain of treasures" outside.
He glanced lightly.
And in the next second—
That entire ten-thousand-year accumulation of Spirit Hall…
Those mountains of gold…
Those rare ores, and treasures that could tempt nations—
vanished.
Disappeared completely.
Not even a single coin was left behind.
Qian Daoliu watched it happen with his own eyes.
This was the Angel God lineage's wealth.
Centuries of accumulation…
Poof. Gone.
He felt like a lonely old man whose entire pension had been tricked away by a livestreamer.
His heart collapsed.
He toppled backward on the spot.
"Big Brother!"
"High Priest!"
Subduing Dragon and Azure Luan Douluo moved quickly, catching him by the arms.
"Calm down! High Priest, calm down!"
"It's just material wealth! As long as you're alive, it's fine! It's fine!"
Light Feather Douluo echoed sincerely, still clueless.
Qian Daoliu was limp in their hold, lips trembling as he pointed weakly at the restaurant door.
His mind repeated only one tragic phrase:
The home… was emptied.
No—
This was even worse than being robbed.
He watched helplessly as a wasteful woman cleared out their entire family fortune…
and handed it all to the old man next door.
And he didn't even dare to complain!
"I… I…"
Qian Daoliu pointed tremblingly for a long time, then his eyes rolled back—
He fainted.
"It's over! Big Brother passed out from anger!"
"Quick! Pinch his philtrum!"
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