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The more Bibi Dong thought about it… the clearer her mind became.
Yes!
She was foolish back then.
She was stupid.
She did deserve death.
Qian Xunji?
That beast?
He ruined her life.
He deserved death too!
But the one who started everything…
the one who led her down this path of tragedy…
The one who deserved to die the most—
Wasn't it that useless dog who deceived her in her youth?
That sanctimonious hypocrite.
That thief who stole her reason.
That conman who lured her into betraying Spirit Hall.
Yu.
Xiao.
Gang!!!
A low, murderous growl tore from the depths of Bibi Dong's throat.
Her face flushed from pale → to ashen → to a furious pig-liver purple.
She snapped—
completely, utterly snapped!
"Yu Xiaogang!!!"
With a feral snarl, she pounced onto her bed like a beast, grabbed the priceless silk quilt, stuffed a corner into her mouth—
—AND BIT DOWN LIKE A MADWOMAN.
As if she were tearing into flesh.
As if she were chewing him alive.
She shredded the expensive quilt with her teeth, venting twenty years of humiliation, regret, and suppressed agony.
Meanwhile — Feng Ran Pavilion
On the cold, immaculate floor—
Yu Xiaogang lay like discarded garbage.
The eyelids of the recently-slapped-unconscious "Grandmaster" twitched violently.
As if the killing intent blazing from the Supreme Pontiff's chambers reached him through the void.
He shivered—
And abruptly sat up.
"I… I'm inside?"
He blinked.
Blank for ten seconds.
Then his memory returned—
Qian Daoliu's slap.
A calm voice from inside.
And then—
He was saved?
Yu Xiaogang's mind instantly pieced together a story where he was the protagonist:
The guard outside must've been from the Qian family.
Of course he hated him.
But the person inside?
Clearly Bibi Dong's confidant!
A loyal subordinate sent to protect him!
His lips curved with a sense of superiority.
"Master, why would you let someone like this in?"
Zhu Zhuyun's voice was laced with disgust.
This scruffy, weak, useless old man?
He wasn't even qualified to clean the latrine pits of her clan, much less step into Feng Ran Pavilion!
Lin Feng leaned back lazily, his head resting on a soft "cushion" with a heartbeat.
He squinted, enjoying Zhu Zhuyun's skilled temple massage, and finally took a proper look at the so-called "Grandmaster."
To be honest?
…He was disappointed.
A man who captured the hearts of young Bibi Dong and Liu Erlong should, at the very least, have something.
Some charm.
Some looks.
Some aura.
But this?
A middle-aged man with stubbornness etched into his bones.
A face that reeked of self-importance and dead-end frustration.
Lin Feng closed his eyes again with a sigh.
"So that's all he is? I heard the name, got curious. But now… there's nothing worth seeing."
Zhu Zhuyun blushed slightly and leaned closer, no longer wasting a glance on the human trash on the floor.
By this time, Yu Xiaogang finally managed to drag himself upright.
He scanned the room—
Where was Bibi Dong?
Shouldn't she be here?
Waiting anxiously?
Filled with remorse?
Trembling for forgiveness?
But he only saw a young man surrounded by three breathtaking beauties… living like a king.
A disturbing flare of jealousy flashed in Yu Xiaogang's eyes.
A subordinate enjoying life of such decadence?
Bibi Dong's discipline had truly fallen apart!
But fearing another beating, he didn't dare act arrogant.
He suppressed his tone and asked:
"Are you the owner of Feng Ran Pavilion?"
Lin Feng slowly opened his eyes.
His expression was calm.
Unfathomable.
"May I ask what brings Grandmaster to my humble establishment?"
Grandmaster.
Yu Xiaogang straightened instantly.
There it was!
Recognition!
Respect!
He lifted his chin, satisfied beyond measure.
"Asking the obvious."
He waved his hand impatiently.
"Since you know who I am, stop wasting time. Let's begin."
Every beauty in the room clenched their fists.
This useless man…
was he instructing a senior?
Ordering Lin Feng around?
Had he eaten a leopard's gall?
They were moments away from beating him into paste.
But Lin Feng waved them off.
Humph.
The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect's direct line…
A potential future spending channel.
Small mosquito, still meat.
He maintained an inscrutable smile.
"This establishment's rule is simple:
Consume first.
Then draw your reward."
Yu Xiaogang blinked.
Consume?
Draw?
What nonsense?
Seeing his face scream "I am IQ-deficient," Lin Feng explained plainly:
"It means—eat something first before we talk business."
Ohhh!
Yu Xiaogang's mood skyrocketed.
This subordinate is smart!
Knows to serve him well before helping him break through!
His stomach rumbled loudly.
He rushed to a table and picked up the luxurious menu.
Ancient characters shimmered into view.
"Secondary Menu"
—followed by glowing dish names.
He inhaled deeply, ready to enjoy the finest food in the world—
Then—
The characters trembled.
Then shook violently.
Then spasmed like terrified insects—
And the entire menu—
POOF!!
Disintegrated into specks of light and vanished.
The next moment—
A NEW character condensed on the menu.
Huge.
Blinding.
Jagged with contempt.
It radiated mockery.
Its meaning was absolute.
Its tone unmistakable.
It said:
SCRAM.
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