However, Ghost Douluo obtaining the "Eternal Night" divine robe was merely the opening act.
This soul-shattering "Divine Demonstration Class" was far from over.
Zhu Zhuyun's pupils were still trembling from the thirty-percent permanent boost when—
The man seated at the head moved again.
Still so casual.
Still so effortless.
As if all he was doing… was brushing dust from his sleeve.
This time, he flicked his finger toward Spirit Kite Douluo.
Buzz—
A scorching crimson radiance blossomed before her!
It was not blinding.
It was… majestic.
A nobility from ancient primordial times pulsed from within it.
A phoenix cry—clear, resonant, eternal—echoed directly in everyone's souls!
When the light faded, a Spirit Bone floated quietly in the air.
Crimson. Crystal-clear. Like a piece of flame-glazed divine jade.
And not just any Spirit Bone.
A torso bone.
Among Spirit Bones… the apex of value.
Spirit Kite Douluo's breath hitched. Her chest stopped rising. She stared at the Spirit Bone with wide, unmoving eyes—like a believer encountering her oracle for the first time.
"Seventy-thousand-year—Phoenix Fall Bone."
Lin Feng's lazy tone delivered the verdict.
Boom!!!
Zhu Zhuyun's mind detonated into fragments.
Seventy thousand years?!
Forget possessing one—she had never even heard of such a thing existing!
Outside, empires would go to war for this.
Here…
It was a freebie after a meal.
Zhu Zhuyun felt like her lungs had abandoned their job entirely. She could only gasp instinctively, clinging to consciousness as her worldview shattered yet again.
But Lin Feng clearly did not plan on letting her recover.
His gaze shifted to Devil Bear Douluo.
He didn't even lift his hand this time.
Just a glance.
One glance.
Devil Bear Douluo's body convulsed.
All nine spirit rings erupted from beneath his feet!
Especially the ninth ring—the black ten-thousand-year ring—which twisted violently, expanding, stretching—
Until blood-red light seeped from its core, spreading like veins of living crimson across the ring.
"R—Roar!!!"
Devil Bear Douluo howled in pain and ecstasy as the black ring was drowned in red.
When the transformation ended—
A hundred-thousand-year spirit ring hovered over him.
A single glance was enough to rewrite fate.
The age of his ninth spirit ring had increased by fifty thousand years.
Zhu Zhuyun could no longer think.
Her entire life's worth of common sense was being crushed beneath the weight of miracles.
But the next shock arrived instantly.
Ghost Leopard Douluo's aura surged like a ruptured volcano—breaking past the bottleneck on the spot, stepping into rank 95!
Zhu Zhuyun's soul drifted outside her body.
She watched this world-ending sequence of miracles from a detached plane, numb, dazed, helpless.
Until—
Chrysanthemum Douluo.
When Lin Feng's eyes fell on him—
Zhu Zhuyun unconsciously held her breath.
What next?
A divine bone?
A hundred-thousand-year ring?
A Saint-rank martial soul awakening?
But what appeared in front of Chrysanthemum Douluo was—
A perfume gift box.
Pink.
Cute.
Ribbon-tied.
Fragrant.
Chrysanthemum Douluo: "…"
All Titled Douluo: "…"
Zhu Zhuyun: "???"
The tonal whiplash nearly killed her.
But only for a second.
Then—
A cold, piercing understanding shot through her core.
She finally understood.
In the eyes of this senior—
Whether it was a hundred-thousand-year spirit ring that could alter the continent…
Or an ordinary bottle of perfume…
Their value was identical.
Trash he casually tossed out.
At this moment, Zhu Zhuyun understood everything.
Hu Liena's pitying gaze.
Her disdain.
Her calmness.
Zhu Zhuyun had actually been using mortal logic to judge this place.
To judge him.
How stupid.
This restaurant was not a business.
It was a shrine disguised as a shop.
The so-called "food" was divine nourishment.
The so-called "price" was incense—offerings.
The "lottery"…
Was divine grace, granted on a whim.
He wasn't running a store.
He was playing in the mortal world.
And the so-called shop assistants were not servants.
They were the first selected ones—apostles chosen to stand closest to the chessboard of a god.
Zhu Zhuyun's blood boiled with this terrifying realization.
Replace Hu Liena?
What a joke.
Such a goal was laughably small.
She wanted to be the one standing closest to divinity—
The First Divine Emissary.
Her ambition surged—
Crash!
A stack of dirty porcelain plates slammed into the dishwashing sink.
The sound was cold and greasy, snapping her dream like thunder.
Zhu Zhuqing's frosty expression did not waver.
"Here."
One word.
Clean.
Merciless.
Beautiful fantasies fade quickly.
Reality remained: the path to becoming a divine emissary began with… washing dishes.
This was the divine realm.
And this greasy mountain was her very first divine trial.
As Zhu Zhuqing brushed past her to leave—
"Zhuqing."
Zhu Zhuyun's voice was soft, tinged with bitter helplessness.
Zhu Zhuqing paused.
But did not turn.
Only her cold, straight back faced her sister.
Zhu Zhuyun approached, standing beside her, eyes fixed on the sacred hall beyond the kitchen.
"What do you think we are?"
"After fighting so long, battling for so many years…"
"In the end—"
"One sweeping. One washing dishes."
"A pair of truly… good sisters."
Zhu Zhuqing's shoulders stiffened faintly.
Zhu Zhuyun continued, her tone soft, filled with "relief."
"But this is better."
"Here, there is no Star Luo Empire. No Dai Family. No doomed destiny."
"We are all simply the senior's servants."
"Sister will never force you again."
Her tone was warm. Gentle.
Too gentle.
Zhu Zhuqing slowly turned her head.
Her icy blue eyes held neither warmth nor forgiveness—only sharp, instinctive vigilance.
"What are you trying to say?"
Zhu Zhuyun sneered inwardly.
But smiled outwardly—gentle, sisterly, reassuring.
She leaned in slightly, lowering her voice like whispering a forbidden truth.
"Sister… haven't you noticed?"
"That Hu Liena… she is different from us."
"Look at how she looks at the senior. Look at how the senior treats her."
"She is the one he trusts most."
"And we—"
Her gaze drifted to the greasy plates.
"We are… outsiders."
"Expendable pieces."
Then she leaned in even closer, voice like the devil tempting Eve.
"And the senior's grace… always falls on the one he favors most."
"Sister…"
"Are you really willing to stay beneath others forever…?"
"Watching all opportunities slip through our fingers?"
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