Lin Feng looked at the worship-filled glow in Chrysanthemum Douluo's tear-swollen eyes and silently complained in his heart.
I just want to harvest leek!
How did you people twist me into some benevolent Saint Lin?
He really wanted to correct them, but the moment he met those reverent gazes, he swallowed the words back down.
Forget it.
The more they admire him, the more money they'll spend.
With that thought, Lin Feng simply stayed silent and let them imagine whatever they liked.
"Senior Lin…" Chrysanthemum Douluo's voice trembled, tears rolling uncontrollably again.
"Your kindness… I can never repay it in this lifetime!"
He was already lowering himself, preparing to kneel.
Lin Feng's eyelids twitched wildly. He raised a hand immediately.
"Stop!"
His tone held clear impatience.
"If you're done eating, then go do what you need to do."
Lounging in his rocking chair, he waved at them like he was shooing poultry.
"This is a restaurant. I don't need your declarations of loyalty."
Ghost Douluo instantly straightened, slapping his forehead.
"Right, right, right! Senior Lin is absolutely right!"
He carefully tucked away the eighty-thousand-year spirit bone, eyes burning with determination.
"I'm finding those old geezers right now! I'll drag them here to spend money no matter what!"
"Let them see what a REAL opportunity looks like!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo also came to a sudden realization. He snatched up the "Yue Guan's Sigh" handkerchief and aggressively wiped his tears.
"Right! I'm going too!"
He placed the Qi Rong Tong Tian Chrysanthemum into his spirit tool with exaggerated care, his eyes sparkling with vindictive satisfaction.
"Let them see the Immortal Herb bestowed by Senior Lin!"
"Let's see who still dares say I was spouting nonsense!"
The two Titled Douluo bolted out of the restaurant like wind, leaving only one sentence floating behind:
"Senior Lin, just wait for our good news!"
Watching them rush out, Lin Feng's lips curled upward.
Finally, these two leek were going to fulfill their use.
Soon, a wave of Titled Douluo would come flocking in.
Food points were about to skyrocket.
He leaned back comfortably, mood soaring.
Just then, he noticed Hu Liena and the other two still frozen in place, eyes blank, clearly still mentally stuck in the melodramatic emotional explosion they had just witnessed.
"What?" Lin Feng raised a brow.
"Want me to keep you for dinner?"
These words dumped a bucket of cold water over their heads.
"No, no, no!" Yan waved both hands frantically, face flushing.
"Senior Lin, we'll leave immediately!"
The three bowed even more respectfully than when facing the Supreme Pontiff.
"See you off."
Lin Feng waved lazily, not intending to stand up at all.
Spirit City — Leisure Tea House
In the leisure district, a burly middle-aged man reclined in a chair, sipping tea as he listened to a storyteller passionately recounting tales of peerless powerhouses.
"One palm! Mountains collapsed! Earth cracked! The enemy was reduced to dust!"
"Good!"
Devil Bear Douluo casually flicked a few gold coins onto the stage, listening with great satisfaction.
Just as he was thoroughly enjoying himself, rapid footsteps thundered at the entrance.
"Old Bear!"
"Devil Bear!"
Two familiar voices shouted at once. Devil Bear Douluo frowned and turned his head.
Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo rushed in, panting like they were being chased by a horde of spirit beasts.
"Yue Guan? Gui Mei?"
Devil Bear Douluo blinked in confusion.
"What's with you two? Why're you running?"
The duo exchanged a glance—excitement blazing in both pairs of eyes.
"Old Bear! Don't say we didn't look out for you—come with us! Now!"
Ghost Douluo reached out as if to drag him away.
"There's a huge opportunity!"
"What opportunity?" Devil Bear Douluo asked, baffled.
"Did you two take the wrong medicine today?"
"Oh, stop talking nonsense and hurry!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo anxiously grabbed Devil Bear by the arm.
He stared at him with burning sincerity.
"Old Bear! We've known each other for decades—would I trick you?"
His hand subconsciously touched the spirit tool containing his chrysanthemum treasure, emotions rising again.
"Senior Lin is still waiting!"
Every wasted second meant a possible lost customer!
Lin Feng had just said he was "experiencing life in the human world."
What if they delayed and made him lose interest?
That was a Divinity-level being!
"Hurry! We'll explain on the way!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo paced frantically, clearly wanting to just pick Devil Bear up and sprint.
But Devil Bear Douluo sat firmly in his chair, completely unmoved.
"No."
He shook his head like a child refusing vegetables.
"I finally get a rest day. I'm staying right here, drinking tea and listening to my story."
He pointed at the storyteller on stage.
"It's getting to the good part! I'm not going to some mysterious 'opportunity.'"
He even leaned farther back, making his intention crystal clear.
Then—
Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo exchanged one more look.
A dangerous light flashed in both sets of eyes.
"Are you coming or not?"
Ghost Douluo's tone turned icy cold.
Just as Devil Bear Douluo mouthed the word "no"—
BANG!
A fist hammered into his forehead.
And that was only the beginning.
In the next ten seconds, Devil Bear Douluo experienced the legendary—
Ghost Chrysanthemum Couple's Mixed-Doubles Beatdown
"BANG!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo's fist landed squarely on his skull.
"That's for not listening!"
"BANG!"
Another punch.
"That's for talking back!"
"BANG!"
A third.
"That's for wasting time!"
There was definitely some personal grudge involved.
Ghost Douluo wasn't idle either. His ghostly claws clamped onto Devil Bear Douluo's other side, using vicious moves like Scoop-the-Bird and Poison Dragon Drill.
"You wanted to drink tea, huh?"
"You wanted to listen to stories?"
"I'll beat the urge out of you!"
Devil Bear Douluo struggled, but two level-95 Titled Douluo were not something even he could withstand!
"Holy crap! Are you two insane?!"
"Stop grabbing my crotch!!"
The shop owner peeked, recognized the infamous Hum and Ha Generals of Spirit Hall—
—and silently backed away.
Only a fool would intervene.
They were clearly in feral mode.
Who dared step in?
Who didn't value their life?
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