Old Ghost and Old Ju… Have Joined Hands!?**
Zhu Zhuyun's gaze locked onto the isolated set of tableware placed conspicuously at the far end of the table.
A vein bulged instantly on her smooth, snow-white forehead.
Her little sister—
the one who normally shook at the mere sound of her footsteps,
the one who barely dared to breathe in her presence—
that timid girl…
Dared to humiliate her?
A surge of rage—shameful, violent, suffocating—shot straight to her head.
Her palm lifted, instinctively ready to slam the table and remind this foolish sister exactly how inviolable an elder sister's authority was.
But—
Her movement froze halfway.
From the main seat, an indifferent gaze swept past.
Casual, light…
yet sharp enough to pierce bone.
And behind her, a cold, seductive, deadly spiritual pressure locked onto her like a predator baring its fangs.
The fox.
That vixen was staring at her.
Zhu Zhuyun's heart thundered wildly.
She had no doubt—
One wrong move and she would face consequences too tragic to imagine.
Her boiling rage was brutally suppressed beneath that effortless, soul-rending gaze.
Finally, the eyes that were always filled with arrogance…
Lowered.
She swallowed the fury and humiliation whole.
Her knuckles whitened as she reached out, picked up the cold, untouched tableware, and—under Lin Feng's "deeply amused" stare—followed Zhu Zhuqing's retreat into the kitchen like a stiff marionette.
One step.
Another.
Into a place she never imagined she would ever enter—
The kitchen.
Meanwhile, Lin Feng's heart was blossoming with joy.
Oh ho? Oh ho?? It's starting! It's really starting!
As expected of my chosen Employees—she mastered 'workplace bullying'… ah no, 'competitive motivation' instantly!
Excellent! With competition comes internal strife! With internal strife comes productivity!
Meanwhile, on the streets of Spirit City…
The atmosphere was bizarrely suffocating.
A group of Titled Douluo—existences who could make the continent tremble by simply clearing their throats—were now trailing behind two figures like frightened quails.
And those two figures walked at the front—
Holding hands.
Ghost Douluo.
Chrysanthemum Douluo.
Hand. In. Hand.
Ghost Douluo, now restored to breathtaking, almost unreal handsomeness, no longer carried his trademark gloom. His expression was calm, serene—like a man who had survived a storm and found inner peace.
Beside him, Chrysanthemum Douluo's entire face radiated joy.
Peach-blossom happiness.
Contentment so bright it hurt the eyes.
Their fingers were intertwined.
The scene was harmonious.
Warm.
And absolutely horrifying.
Finally, Devil Bear Douluo's rough nerves snapped.
He quietly edged up to Ghost Leopard Douluo and whispered, voice trembling like a mosquito:
"Don't you… feel that…"
"Elder Ju and Elder Ghost's relationship… has… sublimated?"
The moment the words fell, every surrounding Titled Douluo stiffened as one.
Without meaning to, everyone glanced toward the two in front—
And instantly recoiled as if witnessing something that violated the heavenly laws!
Their faces twisted into the same expression:
A blend of
"I understand,"
"I refuse to understand,"
and
"Please don't make me understand."
What happened yesterday?
The Senior casually tapped Ghost Douluo's face—
and turned his ghostly horror into heavenly perfection.
Immediately after, he "coincidentally" gave Chrysanthemum Douluo…
a pink little hammer that could literally turn men into women.
One handsome.
One charming.
One yin.
One yang.
What happened afterward?
No one dared guess.
At the tail end of the procession were Yan and Xie Yue.
Xie Yue looked sick with worry.
His sister—Hu Liena—had vanished.
He searched her chambers in the morning, planning to visit the Senior together as always.
But her room was empty.
As if she had simply evaporated.
Spirit City was impregnable.
Kidnapping was impossible.
So Xie Yue could only hope—
That Nana was too excited and had gone to seek the Senior alone.
Beside him, Yan looked as if he had swallowed ten thousand dead flies.
Yes, he was worried about Hu Liena.
But what truly devastated him was—
The two Godly Zhuge Crossbows he received yesterday…
He didn't even warm them up!
Didn't even learn how to string them!
Not a single test shot!!
And then—
A group of Titled Douluo surrounded him.
"Yan, for the future of Spirit Hall!"
"You are our hope!"
"Strategic significance!"
"Show your righteousness!"
Under the crushing weight of their "persuasion,"
the poor quasi–Spirit Ancestor…
"Voluntarily" handed over one of the divine weapons for research.
The expression on his face—
absolutely uglier than crying.
The street leading to Feng Ran Pavilion grew tense.
Everyone's gaze flicked toward Ghost and Chrysanthemum Douluo—
only to jerk away faster than lightning.
Finally, Feng Ran Pavilion appeared ahead.
And the instant they saw the figure standing silently at its entrance—
Their steps halted as if clamped in iron.
A graceful silhouette.
Familiar, yet strangely foreign.
Hu Liena.
"Nana!!"
Xie Yue's voice cracked with relief—
but a moment later, shock drowned him entirely.
Because the woman standing there…
Was not his sister.
Not the same one.
Hu Liena wore a black-and-red uniform they had never seen before.
Form-fitting.
Dignified.
Devastatingly beautiful.
But the aura she radiated—
Sacred.
Serene.
Untouchable.
Her hands were folded neatly before her abdomen.
Her posture was flawless.
Her smile gentle—
but stripped of seduction entirely.
She wasn't standing at the entrance of a restaurant.
She was standing at the gates of a divine kingdom, welcoming believers.
Seeing the group approach, Hu Liena inclined her head in a perfect, formal bow.
The elegance of a thousand-times-practiced court etiquette—
Yet with a chilling detachment.
"Everyone."
Just two softly spoken words—
And the entire group trembled.
This aura—
this pressure—
this sanctity.
This was not the Holy Maiden of Spirit Hall.
This was a Divine Apostle
delivering an oracle.
Hu Liena's smile widened slightly—
radiant, serene, and pitying,
as though she stood above all mortals.
"The Senior has been waiting."
"Please—come in."
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