Just as the several Revered Elders were frantically fighting over what to order, Bibi Dong finally set down the massive blue-and-white bowl in her hands — having drunk every last drop of the broth.
She elegantly dabbed her mouth with a napkin…
Then let out a very tiny, very ladylike, very satisfied burp.
Her exquisite face was flushed with bliss, and her entire person radiated the serene glow of "I live again."
Right then, Lin Feng walked out from the kitchen carrying a huge tray.
A divine light shimmered from the dishes, and the aroma surged outward like a tangible shockwave, instantly triggering an olfactory storm in the restaurant.
With sharp instincts, Zhuqing stepped forward, took the tray, and headed toward Ghost Douluo's table.
Lin Feng, as if he had simply wandered past and witnessed nothing unusual, turned to leisurely head back behind the counter.
But at that exact moment —
A familiar electronic voice boomed in his mind:
"Ding! Super VIP customer 'Bibi Dong' has completed her first meal of the day!"
"Host! Host! Look what I found! A perfectly ripe leek— cough, no, a devout and noble supreme guest!"
"Newbie protection period! First-time top-up bonus! We must give this rich woman the royal treatment! Make sure she knows every penny she spends is an investment in her joy!"
Lin Feng's eyelid twitched.
He sighed internally.
"…Speak human."
"Analyzing customer pain points…"
A dramatic pause.
"Aside from being a little… slow-witted, the Supreme Pontiff's biggest psychological trauma is that her Martial Spirit is too ugly!"
"Reward option generated: 'Martial Spirit Figure-Level DIY Reshaping Authority!' She can mold it however she likes! Pikachu? Sailor Moon? Whatever suits her avant-garde taste!"
Lin Feng's mouth twitched violently.
Good heavens.
Martial Spirit DIY Figure-Level Reshaping?
This system really was a talent.
He looked up at Bibi Dong, who was now sitting upright, hands folded, eyes filled with the anticipation of a student waiting for exam results.
Expressionlessly, Lin Feng raised a finger and flicked it lightly in her direction.
A speck of imperceptible light shot forward, sinking into the space between her brows.
His voice was calm and indifferent:
"This is divine grace. You may reshape the form of your Martial Spirit with your mental power."
"Go. Mold it into whatever appearance you desire."
The entire restaurant froze.
Reshape Martial Spirit?
Into any appearance?
How was this different from those craftsmen molding dough figurines by the roadside?!
Even Qian Daoliu — who still had his back turned — visibly perked up his ears.
As for Bibi Dong…
She had been glowing moments ago, hands placed on her slightly rounded stomach in contentment.
Now she froze.
Then, in the next instant —
Ecstasy.
A wild, volcanic, ten-thousand-year-accumulated ecstasy erupted inside her.
"Reshape… Martial Spirit?"
"…Into whatever I want?!"
Who was she?
Bibi Dong — Pope of Spirit Hall.
A peerless genius with twin spirits.
But even so—
As a woman, who wouldn't want their Martial Spirit to be a bit prettier, more elegant… at least NOT a nightmare?
And her Spirits?
Death Spider Emperor.
Soul Eating Spider Emperor.
Eight hairy legs.
Hideous compound eyes.
Dark green venom.
Just looking in a mirror gave herself goosebumps.
Power at the top.
Appearance at rock bottom.
This shadow had followed her her whole life.
But now—
She could change it.
Bibi Dong trembled violently.
Her beautiful face flushed crimson.
She didn't even remember to thank Lin Feng.
She immediately closed her eyes and dove into her mental sea.
There, the phantom forms of the two Spider Emperors loomed ominously as always — grotesque and majestic.
Normally, their presence filled her with irritation.
But today—
Her mental eyes blazed with the fervor of a master sculptor.
It's time.
Today, Bibi Dong shall defy heaven itself!
She extended her mental power, shaping it into a soft little hand, and gently poked one of the barbed spider legs—
It caved in.
"!!!"
A thunderous shock exploded through her mental world.
Without hesitation, she rolled up her mental sleeves and threw herself into the greatest DIY project in Spirit Hall history.
"First! These eight legs are too thick and too ugly. They must change!"
She grabbed the Death Spider Emperor's legs with both hands, vigorously squeezing and pulling.
"And these patterns on the back are hideous. Erase them!"
"The fangs are ugly too — remove those!"
Soon, she became completely immersed in her sculpting frenzy — even climbing on top of the spider's head to work on its green compound eyes.
Meanwhile, in the real world —
The restaurant witnessed a chilling sight.
The Supreme Pontiff was sitting quietly at the table…
But her facial expressions were cycling like a slideshow on fast-forward:
Ecstatic.
Frowning.
Doting.
Obsessively pleased.
Lin Feng paused, watching for a moment.
Live-action Supreme Pontiff Figure-DIY.
This sort of entertainment wasn't common.
He wondered idly whether she'd end up making Sailor Moon or something from Balala the Fairies.
Expressionlessly, he turned away, took Hu Liena's order slip, and headed back to the kitchen.
A show was a show.
Points were points.
Leeks must be harvested.
But—
When he came out again with the dishes and desserts…
The atmosphere had changed.
Bibi Dong was still sitting in the same posture.
But her expression—
Had collapsed entirely.
The earlier ambition of "Today I shall defy the heavens!"
Had vanished without a trace.
Instead, her face was pale and sweaty.
Her eyes were wide open — darting in panic, trembling uncontrollably.
She looked exactly like a student caught using her phone in class.
Her lips were pressed tight.
Her posture was rigid.
Her entire aura screamed:
"Help me."
"I've messed up."
"My brain is melting."
Lin Feng instantly recognized it.
This expression—
Wasn't this exactly the expression of a designer who accidentally deletes their entire PSD file halfway through a revision… and can't undo it?
Good heavens.
This Supreme Pontiff…
Did she mess up her Martial Spirit?
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