Ding! Consumption: 35,000 gold coins.
System Evaluation: A leek who broke down from social death.
Primary consumption motive: desperately wants to wash away humiliation.
Secondary: amusing.
Random Reward:Extreme Fire.
Host Reward:3,500 Gourmet Points.
Lin Feng's mouth twitched.
This damn system — its commentary was always sharp enough to stab a soul.
But before he could even roll his eyes, the next notification hit him like thunder.
Ding! Congratulations, Host! Your devout leek and your efficient harvesting have successfully triggered a "Divine Favor Critical Hit"!
Chance: 1 in 10,000.
Critical Multiplier: ×8!
Generating Divine Favor Rewards…
Congratulations, Host — You have obtained: Mastery of the Eight Extreme Attributes!
BOOM!!!
Lin Feng's sea of consciousness erupted like the birth of the universe.
Ultimate Fire.
Extreme Ice.
Extreme Wind.
Extreme Lightning.
Extreme Light.
Extreme Darkness.
Extreme Strength.
Extreme Wood.
Eight supreme laws — the pillars of creation — manifested as eight divine chains tearing through heaven and earth, branding themselves deep into his soul.
In that instant, Lin Feng was no longer merely someone who could alter reality inside the restaurant's domain.
A new understanding quietly rose within him:
He was these laws.
If he willed it, with a flick of his finger he could reduce all existence to ash —
or freeze ten thousand miles in a single breath.
An unprecedented sense of absolute dominion surged through him.
Damn.
This felt… incredible.
So incredibly awesome.
If not for all the customers watching, Lin Feng would've immediately combined two Extreme Attributes to test whether a Rasengan or Buddha's Furious Lotus packed more punch.
But outwardly, he remained the same lazy, world-weary expert.
He didn't adjust his posture.
He didn't move his head.
Only his half-lidded eyes shifted slightly toward Spirit Kite Douluo, whose face radiated the emotion:
I must win back my dignity.
His voice was calm, indifferent, timeless.
"Your luck is not bad."
Before anyone could react, Lin Feng casually lifted a finger and flicked it in her direction.
There was no explosion, no earthquake, no spirit power rampaging.
Only a tiny golden spark drifted from his fingertip — small, soft, almost invisible.
It crossed the air without resistance, ignored all barriers, and gently pressed itself onto Spirit Kite Douluo's forehead.
She felt only a faint warmth.
Then—
"CAW—!!"
A piercing, magnificent phoenix cry erupted from her body.
Her martial spirit, Blazing Kite, tore free from her soul—
And transformed.
It was no longer a spirit beast phantom with ordinary flame.
This was a divine bird, enveloped entirely in golden holy fire!
Each feather gleamed as though forged in the heart of a star.
The flame it carried did not burn—it purified.
It annihilated.
Extreme Fire.
The temperature surged violently—terrifying enough to make every Titled Douluo's soul tremble.
Space twisted.
Air distorted.
Tuoba Xi's expression changed drastically.
He abandoned his food and instantly summoned his Sacred Dragon's spirit power to shield the Golden Generation trio behind him.
But—
Crack!
The barrier he prided himself on shattered like brittle glass under the mere aura of the divine flames.
Just the overflowing heat made him, a level 91 Titled Douluo, feel a brush with death.
A shrill scream tore from the corner.
Chrysanthemum Douluo.
His enchanting face contorted with horror and pain.
Even without looking, he could feel his martial spirit — Qi Rong Tong Tian Chrysanthemum — trembling violently, wilting in terror before that sacred fire.
This wasn't suppression of spirit power.
This was suppression of life.
"Old Ghost—!!"
His voice cracked with fear.
Ghost Douluo's pupils shrank instantly.
He didn't think — his body simply moved.
He seized Chrysanthemum Douluo and pulled him behind, his black robe flaring open like a raven's wings trying to shield him.
Useless — he knew it was useless.
But he still did it.
At that exact moment—
Lin Feng finally opened his eyes a fraction wider.
As though… mildly annoyed by the noise.
There was no buildup.
No surge of power.
No dramatic spectacle.
Just—
A slender wall of crystalline blue ice quietly rose from the floor.
Thin as a cicada's wing.
Clear as immortal jade.
Cold enough to freeze time.
Crack—
A clean sound, like a law splitting a world in two.
On one side:
Spirit Kite Douluo's golden inferno that twisted space and threatened to erase life.
On the other side:
Gentle coolness.
Breathing spring air.
Perfect tranquility.
The divine flame raged against the thin ice wall—
But it could not melt it.
Could not shake it.
Could not even warm it enough to raise a wisp of mist.
It wasn't a wall.
It was two worlds, forcibly separated by a god's hand.
Chrysanthemum Douluo's scream died instantly.
Ghost Douluo's robe fell limp.
Tuoba Xi froze mid-step.
All eyes locked on the impossible ice wall—
then shifted to the young man who still lounged lazily in his rocking chair.
For him, that enormous phenomenon was nothing more than—
a thought.
Eventually, the divine flames retreated, returning to Spirit Kite Douluo's body.
They didn't vanish.
They transformed—
fusing into her foundation, embedding into her very soul.
Calm returned.
As though the earlier apocalyptic scene had been nothing more than an illusion.
Spirit Kite Douluo slowly opened her eyes.
The world hadn't changed.
But she had.
She lifted her hands.
Slender.
White.
Under her skin, molten gold seemed to flow like living magma.
"This…"
Her whisper trembled with disbelief.
Extreme Fire.
Not a spirit's flame.
Not an attachment.
This was a fundamental elevation of life.
A divine transformation.
No Spirit Bone could compare.
A Bone was foreign.
Borrowed.
Temporary.
But this—
this was a gift from heaven.
A single thought.
A wisp of pure golden flame danced across her fingertips, obedient, affectionate—
an extension of her will.
An overwhelming confidence surged within her, erupting like a volcano.
Suddenly, the idea didn't feel arrogant at all.
It felt… realistic.
Even though she was only level 93—
She felt she had the power to challenge those exalted beings.
Demon Subduing Douluo.
Thousand Jun Douluo.
Those level 96 Super Douluo who overlooked all sentient beings.
Maybe…
No.
Not maybe.
She would win.
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