Chrysanthemum Douluo's ecstatic, trembling "thank you" landed like a divine hammer on everyone's skulls.
He… likes it that much?
A hammer that turns men into women—
bestowed by the Senior—
and Elder Yue Guan was that thrilled?
Tuoba Xi, Devil Bear Douluo, Ghost Leopard Douluo, and the rest stared at Chrysanthemum Douluo as if watching a new door open to a world they were never meant to see.
Realization.
Shock.
And the firm resolve of:
"It's safer to maintain at least five meters of distance from him in the future."
"Cough."
Lin Feng cleared his throat lightly.
Instantly, every person present snapped back to reality, jolted out of their spiraling thoughts. They all dropped to one knee with near-religious reverence.
"Thank you, Senior, for bestowing divine grace!"
Sacred stillness filled the pavilion.
Only the rocking chair continued its slow, rhythmic creaking—
like the heartbeat of heaven and earth echoing in everyone's soul.
Then—
Creak—
Silence.
The rocking chair stopped.
An invisible pressure descended from above the nine heavens, engulfing the restaurant like a tidal wave of divine judgment.
Every Titled Douluo felt their heart seize—
even their very souls trembled.
The Senior…
is displeased?!
That idea struck them like black lightning. Terror surged through the room.
As panic peaked, a voice—calm, emotionless, yet absolute—flowed from the rocking chair.
"Your path…
is not beneath the knee."
"…But within the heart."
BOOM!!!
A simple sentence—
yet like thunder splitting open the sky.
The Titled Douluo raised their heads, struck with shock… followed by sudden, unforgettable enlightenment.
We understand!
The Senior means:
True reverence isn't performed by kneeling—
but rooted in the Dao heart itself.
Our faith, not our posture.
We actually tried to express our devotion through crude mortal rituals…
Are we insane?!
A tidal wave of shame washed over them—
followed by overwhelming, trembling gratitude.
"We… were foolish!"
Ghost Douluo stood first.
His voice shook as he bowed deeply—
but he did not kneel.
For he understood:
The Senior does not seek their knees.
He seeks their hearts.
The others followed, standing with solemn reverence, their gazes burning with pious enlightenment.
To them, the Senior's words were scripture.
To Lin Feng… they were a cry of frustration.
How many times do I have to say it?
Stop kneeling!
Just buy things!
Spend money!
Or go bring me more leeks!
His headache slowly faded. With a sigh, his gaze drifted toward the Golden Generation.
It was a totally normal, neutral gaze.
He simply meant:
Hurry up. Pay. Draw. Leave.
I want to close shop and count today's points.
But the moment his eyes fell on them, Hu Liena, Xie Yue, and Yan all felt like a mountain of divine pressure had locked onto them.
Yan peeked at the other two.
Hu Liena still had her head slightly lowered, lost in the miracles she had just witnessed.
Xie Yue looked like an enlightened monk—
eyes closed, dignity serene.
In short—
Neither was planning to move.
Fine.
Then I will go!
Yan clenched his fists, inhaled sharply, and forced himself forward.
Yesterday, Nana had drawn an eight-thousand-year spirit ring.
And Yan himself was stuck at a bottleneck—
everything ready, only lacking a spirit ring to reach Spirit Ancestor.
This must be the Senior's arrangement!
Today is my chance!
His heart burned with hope—
Seven thousand years!
He wasn't greedy—
he would be satisfied with seven thousand!
"S–Senior! I… I'm ready for the lucky draw!"
Yan placed a small pouch of gold coins on the counter, trembling with excitement.
[Consumption: 550 gold coins]
[Evaluation: A small leek. Brain not very good. Laughs too easily. Nothing more to add.]
[Random Reward: Two Godly Zhuge Crossbows (Enhanced Version)]
[Host Reward: 55 Gourmet Points]
Lin Feng lifted his eyelids just a sliver.
Calm.
Completely calm.
"Your reward is a Hidden Weapon, named the Godly Zhuge Crossbow. Two of them."
He tapped the counter.
Swish!
Two compact silver metal boxes appeared.
No spirit power fluctuations.
No special effects.
Just two quiet, simple objects lying there.
Yan's ecstatic expectation shattered instantly.
Hidden… weapons?
Not…
a spirit ring?
He numbly lifted one of the silver boxes—
its cold metal chilling his heart, too.
How do you even… use this?
Before he could ask, Lin Feng spoke again—still lazily.
"This item does not require spirit power to activate. Even mortals can use it."
"Under unsuspecting circumstances, it can severely injure a Spirit King."
BOOM!!!
Every Titled Douluo felt their mind explode.
No spirit power?
Mortals can injure… a Spirit King?
This overturned the laws of their world!
If this was mass-produced…
If Spirit Hall equipped soldiers with it…
The entire landscape of warfare would rewrite itself overnight!
In Ghost Douluo's deep eyes, a flash of fervor—almost greed—appeared without him knowing.
This item… Spirit Hall must obtain it!
Yan, oblivious to the storm raging behind him, only felt despair.
Sure, these crossbows sounded powerful.
But what he wanted was not a weapon—
He wanted a spirit ring!
His face twisted like a wilted vegetable.
Still, he forced out a trembling, ugly smile and bowed.
"Tha… thank you, Senior, for the treasure…"
He retreated in agony, clutching the "peerless divine weapons," feeling that life was meaningless.
Of course—
He had no idea that behind him, the Elder Council had already exchanged glances.
A complete silent meeting.
—Since the Senior granted this to Yan, we can't seize it.
But after leaving the pavilion…
Yan must be 'persuaded' to voluntarily hand it over to His Holiness the Supreme Pontiff.
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