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It wasn't just Ning Fengzhi who froze.
Even Bone Douluo—who had marched in full of rage, stomach bursting with the finest national essence and ready to unleash a storm of profanity—
swallowed everything back down in an instant.
His Adam's apple bobbed violently.
Yet not a single cuss word escaped.
All that came out was a trembling, soul-deep whisper:
"…Holy crap…"
Even Sword Douluo—who had been wandering like a lost spirit ever since he sliced the chamber pot and shattered his sword heart—
suddenly snapped back to life.
His hollow gaze shrank sharply.
His hand clenched around the Seven Kill Sword with a crisp crack of knuckles.
Because the scene before them…
Could no longer be described as "lively."
It was absurd.
Terrifying.
A sight that could instantly give anyone who knew the truth a cardiac episode.
Bibi Dong.
Qian Daoliu.
Golden Crocodile Douluo.
And several Spirit Hall Elders and Consecrators who hadn't appeared publicly in decades—names Ning Fengzhi had only ever seen in intelligence dossiers.
Each one radiated soul power so dense Ning Fengzhi felt his scalp tighten.
One glance, two glances—
By the third, his heart was fully cold.
One, two, three…
Too many to count!
This wasn't a restaurant!
This was a Titled Douluo year-end assembly!
A "team-building banquet," Spirit Hall edition!
Sixteen.
A full sixteen Titled Douluo were present.
What concept was that?
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School + Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect combined only had three.
Not even enough to form a mahjong table!
Even if one gathered every known Titled Douluo on the entire continent—
they wouldn't be enough to fill the gaps between these people's teeth!
Yet here they were.
Sixteen of them.
All casually eating lunch.
This lineup could rearrange Douluo Continent's geography before dinner.
"—swish."
Sixteen gazes turned toward them simultaneously.
Curious.
Playful.
Cold.
Unfriendly.
Sixteen invisible blades pinned Ning Fengzhi, Bone Douluo, and Sword Douluo in place.
Ning Fengzhi felt his calves spasming uncontrollably.
If not for Bone Douluo's instinctive shoulder-brace, he would've collapsed immediately.
And these continent-crushing giants…
were doing the most down-to-earth activities imaginable.
Someone was arguing over a cake with too much cream.
Someone was solemnly savoring a simple fried egg rice like tasting a divine relic.
Another—Spirit Hall's only female Elder—was eating with oil dripping from her chin like a starved bandit.
"Gulp."
Ning Fengzhi heard his own swallow echo in his skull.
He had prepared countless arguments on the way here—
forcing Spirit Hall to explain themselves!
Demanding justice!
Condemning deception!
But now, his mind was a blank sheet of paper.
There was only fear.
What justice?
What deceit?
Ning Fengzhi only wanted to grab the nearest Spirit Hall member by the collar and scream:
Why didn't you tell me sooner?!
If he had known there were sixteen Titled Douluo here, would he have rushed over like a fool to confront them?
He would have sent over the remaining half of the Heaven Dou Empire's treasury as a congratulatory gift, thank you very much!
If Spirit Hall truly had sixteen Titled Douluo, why bother with the "Upper Three Sects united" nonsense?!
Ning Fengzhi's brain spun desperately, trying to break the atmosphere that threatened to crush his sanity.
But under the pressure of sixteen monsters, his intellect short-circuited.
Only alarms were blaring:
Danger. Danger. Danger. Run.
Just as his well-trained fake smile began to tear apart—
The young man on the rocking chair finally spoke.
"Eating?"
Two casual syllables.
Yet in Ning Fengzhi's ears, they were divine salvation.
His stiff facial muscles resurrected, producing the most respectful, radiant, flattering smile of his entire life.
His back bent automatically, dropping three degrees lower.
"Yes! Yes, that is correct—we're here to eat!"
"I've long heard of Feng Ran Pavilion's opening! Rumors say its dishes exist only in Heaven and are rarely seen on earth!"
"This Ning has admired it for a long time! Today, I deliberately brought two Elders to taste— to taste!"
The lie was flimsy.
But Ning Fengzhi delivered it with the devotion of a lifelong gourmet.
Bone Douluo's respect skyrocketed.
As expected of the Sect Master—his talent for nonsense came pre-installed.
Lin Feng didn't even lift his eyelids.
He only tilted his chin toward an empty table.
"Sit."
One word.
And the sixteen crushing gazes dispersed like clouds.
The Titled Douluo returned to their food.
Yet all of them felt an inexplicable irritation.
Damn Ning Fengzhi!
How did he find this place?!
Was the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School coming to share in this heavenly fortune?
But since the senior had spoken, they could only choke down their resentment.
Strangely though…
everyone's chewing noticeably slowed.
Even the big eater Spirit Kite Douluo slowed down, as if stalling for time.
Ning Fengzhi felt the mountain on his back vanish.
His body went limp.
He dragged himself and his two Douluo toward the table closest to the door—
as if proximity to the exit meant safety.
But the moment he sat—
His gaze landed on a familiar figure.
Qian Renxue.
The "beloved disciple" who deceived him for over a decade.
Who nearly split his skull with a chamber pot.
Now stuffing her face into a bowl larger than her head, covered in sauce like a starving refugee.
Ning Fengzhi's consciousness flickered.
So—
you exposed your identity, abandoned ten years of effort, stole half a national treasury…
just to come back here and eat?!
His worldview shattered more thoroughly than that chamber pot.
Every second in this place tortured him.
Breathing felt like luxury under the pressure of sixteen Titled Douluo.
Spirit City was too dangerous.
He never wanted to come here again in his entire life.
He forced himself to look away and peeked at the menu.
He froze.
The dishes cost several thousand gold coins each.
But—
money wasn't the problem.
He was Ning Fengzhi.
On Douluo Continent, if he claimed to be the second richest, no one dared claim first.
A few thousand per dish?
Pocket change.
He regained a calm smile, preparing to order two dishes, pretend to eat, and flee immediately.
His heart wouldn't survive staying here longer.
But just as he opened his mouth—
At the Elders' table, a burly Titled Douluo suddenly burped loudly.
Wiped oil from his mouth.
And shouted:
"Senior! Bill, please!"
"And the lottery!"
The words struck Ning Fengzhi's forehead like four heavy warhammers.
He froze stiff.
Lo… ttery?
Eating…
comes with a lottery?!
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