Chrysanthemum Douluo's trembling call finally brought Ghost Douluo back from his stunned daze.
He slowly lifted his hand.
A hand with long, defined fingers… powerful, alive.
Not the shriveled, corpse-like claws he had endured for decades.
He stared blankly.
Then raised that hand, almost fearfully, to touch his own cheek.
Warm.
Smooth.
Human.
Not the twisted mask forced upon him since his Spirit awakened in childhood, after death and revival twisted his very being.
A burning emotion — long sealed under endless gloom — erupted without warning, shattering every wall in his heart.
He looked up abruptly.
Looked toward the lazy figure reclining in the rocking chair.
Thump.
A heavy, muffled sound echoed through the pavilion.
The level 96 peak Douluo… abruptly dropped to both knees.
Silent.
Unable to speak.
He simply pressed his forehead to the cold floor, trembling.
Behind him, everyone's breath caught.
Shock.
Reverence.
Fanaticism.
They finally understood.
What the Senior gave…
was never merely "power."
It was—
Salvation.
Yet Lin Feng did not even lift an eyelid.
To him, the kneeling of a peak Douluo — enough to shake the Spirit Hall — was nothing more than falling leaves, or passing clouds. A trivial ripple.
But this very indifference, this effortless acceptance…
In everyone's eyes, it was more majestic than any divine oracle.
A god acknowledging the devotion of a believer.
A god's silent… mercy.
At last, Chrysanthemum Douluo moved.
All traces of charm vanished from his face, replaced by wild, uncontrollable ecstasy.
He stepped forward slowly.
His trademark orchid fingers were gone — instead his hand trembled, uncontrollably, desperately.
"Old Ghost…"
His voice was hoarse, nasal, almost cracking apart.
He helped Ghost Douluo up with both hands.
Looking at that familiar-yet-strange face restored to its true form, Chrysanthemum Douluo's eyes reddened instantly.
He took out his treasured handkerchief and carefully wiped away the tears slipping from Ghost Douluo's eyes.
But what he wiped away…
wasn't tears.
It was the curse of half a lifetime.
The despair of decades.
Chrysanthemum Douluo forced a smile, twisted and shaky.
"Look at you… so pathetic."
His voice — normally airy and teasing — cracked with uncontrollable sobbing.
"You got handsome again… but you cry even uglier…"
The entire Feng Ran Pavilion fell utterly silent.
Sacred, solemn, unmoving.
Finally, Tuoba Xi — the eldest — slowly stood.
He straightened his robes, bowed deeply toward the two, and spoke with heartfelt sincerity:
"Congratulations, Elder Ghost. Truly… congratulations."
Emotion trembled in his voice.
"To see Elder Ghost break through his inner demons and be reborn today… is our honor."
Spirit Kite Douluo, Devil Bear Douluo, and the others immediately followed.
"Congratulations!"
This was no polite greeting.
It was reverence.
For a miracle.
For the deity-like Senior seated quietly behind them.
But Chrysanthemum Douluo never looked back.
His eyes stayed locked on Ghost Douluo.
He merely raised one hand and waved, dismissively, at the crowd.
The meaning was unmistakable—
Don't talk.
Don't come near.
Don't disturb me and Old Ghost.
Everyone instantly shut up.
But—
This touching, emotional moment was abruptly shattered by a lazy voice.
"Next."
Lin Feng still didn't bother to open his eyes.
Inside, however, he was already annoyed:
Are they done yet? Enough with the touching reunion! Hurry up and let the leeks draw prizes! I need points!
This light, indifferent word made every Titled Douluo present tense up instantly.
As expected of the Senior!
Emotions, mortality, relationships — all beneath him.
Their worldly attachments were nothing before his enlightened state.
Their reverence rose to new heights.
"Senior… junior is… is ready!"
A bear-like bellow shook the air.
Devil Bear Douluo stepped forward carefully — his mountain-like body radiating raw pressure.
He placed a huge bag of gold coins on the counter with a heavy thud.
[Consumption: 40,000 gold coins]
[System Evaluation: This bear has only muscles in his brain. Simple, crude rewards suit him best.]
[Random Reward: Strength attribute doubled]
[Host Reward: 4,000 food points]
Finally seeing things progress normally, Lin Feng nodded inwardly.
"Double strength."
He pointed a finger.
A faint golden light shot into Devil Bear Douluo's glabella.
BOOM!!
A terrifying force erupted within him — raw, violent, crushing.
His every bone, tendon, muscle, and even cell…
grew stronger.
Devil Bear stared at his massive fist.
He gently clenched it—
Crack! Pop! Bang!
The air itself shattered under his grip.
His breathing quickened.
One punch — just one — could kill his former self.
THUMP!
The level 95 body-refining Douluo dropped to one knee, shaking the pavilion.
He hammered his chest with his right fist, roaring with all his might:
"Devil Bear thanks Senior for the grace of rebirth!"
"From this day forth — even if it costs me ten thousand deaths — I shall follow Senior's command!"
He didn't dare waste the Senior's time.
After bowing, he retreated instantly.
But before the reverberations faded, a graceful figure stepped forward lightly.
Lotus steps.
Tall, elegant, phoenix-eyed.
Spirit Kite Douluo.
Her hand brushed against her faintly swollen lower abdomen — a blush of sensual satisfaction crossing her face.
Delicious.
Today's meal…
was simply too delicious.
So delicious that she had forgotten all dignity, insisting on an extra dish.
But now — in her eyes — burned fierce golden light, full of fighting spirit.
Old Ghost got salvation.
Devil Bear got brute power.
Then what about her?
She took a deep breath, placed a heavy bag of gold coins on the counter, and bowed.
"Senior."
Her voice was clear and gentle, but carried uncontainable excitement.
"Junior is also ready."
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