"The reward is… a Spirit Bone."
A Spirit Bone.
Devil Bear Douluo's massive body went rigid, his breathing halting on the spot.
For one meal, the reward was actually a Spirit Bone?
For a moment, he even wondered if he'd imagined it.
Tuoba Xi, watching from the shadows, saw the man's pupils shrink instantly to pinpoints. He stared hard at Lin Feng's lazy, expressionless face, searching for the slightest hint of a joke.
Nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
Only that calm indifference—as though he were discussing a pebble by the roadside.
Meanwhile, Spirit Kite Douluo, still tearing through her bowl of noodles, vaguely heard something that sounded like "Spirit Bone." She glanced up mid-chew, saw nothing unusual, assumed she misheard, and resumed her fierce battle with her food.
"The bone's age is fifty thousand years," Lin Feng added casually.
Boom.
If the first line was thunder, this was the sky collapsing.
A fifty-thousand-year Spirit Bone?!
Tuoba Xi swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry and burning.
Devil Bear Douluo's eyes went crimson, his face flushing a liver-like purple from overwhelming ecstasy. He couldn't even breathe.
Lin Feng, still pretending the entire room wasn't falling apart, continued in the same calm tone:
"It's from a Dark Gold Dreadclaw Bear."
Silence.
A suffocating silence that swallowed the entire restaurant whole.
Everyone present was a Spirit Master. Who didn't know what the five words Dark Gold Dreadclaw Bear meant?
A legendary beast—one that could shred a typical ten-thousand-year spirit beast despite having only a hundred years of cultivation.
And a fifty-thousand-year Dark Gold Dreadclaw Bear Spirit Bone…
Its value would drive every Titled Douluo on the continent insane.
This time, Spirit Kite Douluo definitely heard him.
Swish!
Her head jerked up, eyes sharp as blades, locking onto Lin Feng's face.
Of course, she didn't forget her priorities: she quickly lifted her bowl to her mouth while staring him down, shoveling noodles with heightened urgency, afraid her food might vanish if she looked away too long.
Then Lin Feng dropped the final bomb:
"An external Spirit Bone."
The moment the words fell, he waved a hand toward Devil Bear Douluo.
Buzz—!
Dark golden light materialized out of thin air.
A claw-shaped Spirit Bone floated before Devil Bear Douluo, its entire surface carved with profound patterns, radiating a terrifying aura of absolute destruction.
Every Titled Douluo present felt their skin sting from the pressure.
"Thump!"
Devil Bear Douluo's legs buckled. He didn't kneel out of respect—his body simply couldn't withstand the sheer, crushing ecstasy.
In the corner, Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo gripped each other's hands so tightly their nails dug into flesh.
Tuoba Xi exploded to his feet with a startled "Huo!" tea sloshing from his trembling cup.
But the strangest reaction… belonged to Spirit Kite Douluo.
She had been slurping noodles at top speed when the words "external Spirit Bone" hit her like lightning. She looked up, saw the Spirit Bone, and her mind went completely blank.
"Pfft—!"
Her first instinct was to spray her noodles everywhere in shock—
but years of being a foodie kicked in, and her survival instincts overrode her panic.
She clamped her mouth shut.
Which meant the pressure had only one place to go.
Two glistening, sauce-coated noodles shot cleanly out of her nostrils…
and dangled there.
The entire restaurant froze.
And then—
"Pfft—!"
Yan broke.
He tried desperately to cover his mouth, but failed spectacularly. His shoulders shook violently, his finger trembling as he pointed at Spirit Kite Douluo like he was witnessing the funniest tragedy in history.
"Hahahahaha— hic— noodles— hahahaha—!"
Tears streamed down his face. He nearly collapsed.
His hysterical laughter acted like a trigger, snapping everyone's attention to the center of the disaster.
More precisely—
to the two noodles hanging from Spirit Kite Douluo's nose.
Spirit Kite Douluo blinked.
And then she felt it.
The shame.
The noodles.
The eyes on her.
Boom.
A tidal wave of mortification surged from the soles of her feet to the crown of her head. Her face went from pink, to red, to a shade approaching volcanic purple.
It was over.
Who was she?
A ninety-third-level Titled Douluo.
The sole female member of Spirit Hall's Elder Group.
A peak existence in the Spirit Master World.
And now—
Nose.
Holes.
Hanging.
Noodles.
A silent scream ripped through her soul.
She lifted her head to glare murderously at Yan—
but she forgot about the noodles.
Instead of intimidating, the sight was… tragic, pitiful, and extremely comedic.
Yan exploded again.
"PUHAHAHAHA— Xie Yue! Help me! I can't— I'm dying—!"
Hu Liena bit her lip until it turned white, shoulders trembling violently as she tried to maintain her composure.
She very nearly reached for a recording spirit tool.
Xie Yue coughed so hard his face contorted, trying to hide his grin.
Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo exchanged glances—each seeing pure schadenfreude in the other's eyes.
Tuoba Xi poured tea with shaking hands and soaked his own lap.
The fury in Spirit Kite Douluo's gaze shattered, replaced by utter despair.
So this… was social death.
Expression numb, she raised her hand, plucked off the two traitorous noodles, and tossed them into the trash without looking.
Then—
Under all the stifled snickers, sympathetic looks, and lingering shock…
Spirit Kite Douluo sighed softly.
And picked up her chopsticks.
Since things have come to this…
let's eat first.
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