Seeing Qian Daoliu raise the Angelic Sacred Sword, looking like he was about to "enlighten" Bibi Dong on the spot, the group of Worship Hall weaklings—who had just finished vomiting—nearly had their souls scared right out of their bodies.
They no longer cared about their trembling legs.
One by one, they scrambled up with ghost-like speed to intervene.
Gold Crocodile Douluo reacted the fastest.
He dove forward, wrapping both arms tightly around Qian Daoliu's waist, veins bulging on his forehead.
"Big Brother! Calm down! Calm down!"
"For a woman—no, no, for such a small matter—it's not worth it! Not worth it at all!"
On the opposite side, Bibi Dong exploded.
Old man!
Who are you calling a spendthrift woman?!
And you're yelling this in front of the Senior—how am I supposed to keep my dignity?!
Besides… what's wrong with being a spendthrift?
I emptied the treasury with my own ability to catch the Senior's eye!
If you have the skill—you empty it too!
"Very good."
Bibi Dong let out a cold laugh, killing intent rising to the heavens.
"Since you want a beating so badly, this Supreme Pontiff will gladly fulfill that wish today."
She had been itching for an opportunity to test the feel of her newly "remolded" Spirit—personally shaped by the Senior himself.
Perfect.
She would sharpen her blade… using this stubborn old Super Douluo.
Ghost Douluo's scalp tingled.
He immediately led a group of Elders to block her path.
"Your Eminence! Please calm your anger! The High Priest is old and confused—please do not take his words seriously!"
Thus, inside Feng Ran Pavilion, a scene unfolded—undoubtedly one of the most absurd moments in the Douluo Continent's entire ten-thousand-year history.
The Worship Hall and the Elder Palace—two apex violent factions whose mere footsteps could shake the continent—now had their two supreme leaders staring each other down from several meters apart, faces flushed red, ready to kill.
Meanwhile, their subordinates—renowned Titled Douluos—hurriedly formed a fragile, ridiculous human wall.
On one side, Gold Crocodile Douluo clung desperately to Qian Daoliu's waist.
Behind him, Azure Luan Douluo held Gold Crocodile Douluo.
Behind her, Lion Douluo held Azure Luan Douluo…
A human "candied hawthorn" skewer of Titled Douluos.
"Big Brother! Let's talk! Let's talk this out!"
"That's right, Big Brother! For a woman—pooh! For such a tiny matter! Truly not worth it!"
Ghost Douluo and the others formed what could only be described as the most luxurious, most pitiful "human wall of sighs" in Spirit Hall's history, standing firmly between Bibi Dong and disaster.
"Your Eminence, the High Priest is just too stimulated—his mind isn't clear! Please be forgiving!"
Devil Bear Douluo nodded frantically, his stern face now carved with the word "coward."
"Yes, yes, Your Eminence! You are someone of great magnanimity!"
The entire Feng Ran Pavilion sounded like a noisy marketplace.
Right as this chaotic spectacle—basically the prologue to a Spirit Hall civil war—reached its peak, a soft sound suddenly rang out.
Tap.
Lin Feng simply extended a finger and lightly tapped the counter.
The sound was gentle.
But that tap was like pressing the mute button on the entire world.
Qian Daoliu, roaring at the top of his lungs just a moment ago, froze mid-shout.
He quickly hid the Angelic Sacred Sword behind his back as if he were a child caught stealing, the blade nearly poking Gold Crocodile Douluo.
Bibi Dong, filled with murderous intent mere seconds earlier, instantly extinguished her aura.
Her Spirit possession vanished.
She smoothed the front of her skirt—which wasn't even wrinkled.
Then lowered her head… nervously twirling her fingers.
The two people who had been one step away from smashing each other's skulls…
Now behaved like—
One: an elderly man awaiting scolding.
The other: a rebellious girl caught stealing money to buy game skins.
So obedient.
So well-behaved.
Gold Crocodile Douluo and the others felt as though they had received a royal pardon.
Their legs went weak—they almost knelt to Lin Feng.
They were saved.
Finally, Lin Feng's lazy, faintly impatient voice sounded:
"Finished making a scene?"
Just three words—yet they landed like two mountains on Qian Daoliu and Bibi Dong's hearts.
Both trembled, glanced at each other—then immediately looked away as if burned.
Then, as if coordinated by years of practice, the two bowed deeply in perfect unison.
"Senior, I was wrong!"
"Senior, I won't dare do it again!"
Lin Feng didn't even look at them.
He simply lifted his eyes toward the sky outside, bored.
"The shop's lunch break begins now."
"Those who haven't collected their rewards—come take them yourselves."
"Those who have… scram to wherever you're supposed to be. Don't be an eyesore."
The words were harsh.
To the Titled Douluos, they sounded like heavenly salvation.
Just as Qian Daoliu and the others were preparing to drag their Big Brother out with relief—
Lin Feng's gaze landed on Bibi Dong, who was still stiffly lowering her head, fingers fidgeting.
He raised a brow, as though recalling something.
"Oh, right."
"You—stay."
"You can have lunch here."
The moment he said this, Bibi Dong froze entirely.
I… can stay?
To eat?
With the Senior?
A dizzying happiness detonated inside her.
Her mind buzzed.
Her cheeks flushed red like ripe cherries.
Her posture became jittery and nervous, like a young girl waiting for her first date.
Meanwhile, Qian Daoliu's just-suppressed emotions instantly shattered.
Why?!
Why can this spendthrift woman stay for a meal?!
Because she's pretty?!
Because she spends money well?!
Because she just almost smashed her Spirit into two wriggling maggots?!
Qian Daoliu immediately turned sour.
Sour enough to rival a whole grove of lemons.
Lin Feng looked at the drastically different expressions and became confused.
A VIP customer enjoying their daily meal privileges.
What's so wrong about that?
"Senior, I—we… will take our leave."
Qian Daoliu forced the words out, trembling as though on the verge of tears.
He bowed stiffly, then turned around sharply, looking exactly like a stubborn donkey preparing to run away from home.
Gold Crocodile Douluo and the others followed in a panic, terrified their Big Brother might bash his head against a wall out of frustration.
However—
As soon as Qian Daoliu stepped one foot outside Feng Ran Pavilion, leaving the Senior's field of vision…
He finally lost control.
He sprinted with his group to a deserted corner.
And began his "no-props emotional performance."
With an "Angelic Assault," he punched wildly into the air, wind howling through his fists—only he could hear the sound of his own heartbreak.
With an "Angelic Roar," he opened his mouth wide, face contorting—but only a sad "hohoho" sound came out, like air leaking from a balloon.
Something glittered in the corner of his eye.
The Titled Douluos behind him all twitched in silence.
They lowered their heads, pretending not to see anything.
After Qian Daoliu was done venting his grievances, he looked like he had aged ten years.
His back hunched.
His expression empty.
He led his group to a street corner, and they all squatted down together.
In an instant—
Several of the continent's peak powerhouses squatted like migrant workers whose foreman had run away with their wages.
The atmosphere was somber.
Bleak.
Absurd beyond reason.
"Big Brother… what do we do now?"
Gold Crocodile Douluo broke the silence.
"Little Xue still needs the Senior's help."
"Money."
Qian Daoliu suddenly lifted his head, eyes bloodshot.
"One word."
"Without money—everything is bullshit."
Azure Luan Douluo looked around cautiously, leaned in, and whispered a very constructive suggestion:
"The Spirit Hall treasury is empty… so… how about we go rob a few unruly kingdoms and duchies?"
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