When Lin Feng spoke, Dai Tianfeng's entire body stiffened.
His forehead pressed to the floor, he raised his head ever so slightly—
utterly terrified of what he might hear.
Lord Deity…
wasn't calling him.
He was calling—
Yue Guan?!
The crowd of Titled Douluos also froze.
Senior… was going to leave a reigning Emperor kneeling there like a dog, and attend to something else?
This thought flashed across their minds—
And they immediately dismissed it.
Of course.
What was a mortal emperor in front of Senior?
Super Douluo or emperor—
in Senior's eyes, they were all the same.
Worms.
Meanwhile, Chrysanthemum Douluo stood rooted to the spot, pointing at his own nose.
His mind was blank.
"Senior… is calling me?"
"Senior is calling you, Yue Guan! What are you waiting for? Go!"
Ghost Douluo shoved him forward, practically shaking with excitement.
Chrysanthemum Douluo stumbled, snapped out of his daze, and almost jogged through the crowd.
As he passed Dai Tianfeng, he was so terrified of disrespecting Senior that he didn't dare even look—just skirted around the kneeling Emperor like he was avoiding a plague god.
Finally, he arrived before Lin Feng.
His heart hammered violently—
excitement, fear, confusion, joy… all tangled into chaos.
"Senior! Yue Guan is here!"
His voice trembled uncontrollably.
Lin Feng watched his cautious, trembling appearance.
Inside—
his heart was blooming.
Heh, Little Chrysanthemum never disappoints.
One desperate act, and he got me a mythical-level loot drop. Treasure leek!
Lin Feng restrained the smile threatening to break across his face and spoke gently:
"Since you performed well this time…"
"I've decided to personally reward you with a small item."
BOOM—!!
Those words weren't loud.
But they exploded like heavenly thunder in everyone's minds.
Personal reward.
From Senior.
A dead silence fell over Feng Ran Pavilion.
Only the sound of strangled breathing echoed.
Every gaze instantly turned red.
Shock.
Fanaticism.
Jealousy so strong it nearly pierced the ceiling.
Sword Douluo trembled.
Ning Fengzhi's gaze brightened like a blazing torch.
Everyone understood—
Senior's casual lottery draws were already world-shaking.
So what would a personal reward be?
A divine artifact?
A world treasure?
A law fragment?
Something that could rewrite the entire structure of the continent?!
Even the kneeling Dai Tianfeng felt his soul freeze.
He raised his bruised, swollen, humiliated face numbly.
The Divinity wasn't even looking at him.
Instead—
He was rewarding Chrysanthemum Douluo.
A titled Douluo.
Not an emperor.
In that instant—
Dai Tianfeng realized the truth with despair:
In the eyes of Divinity, he wasn't even worth a single glance.
His pleas, his kneeling, his dignity—
Meant nothing.
Meanwhile, Chrysanthemum Douluo was completely gone.
He half-knelt, trembling violently, unsure if he had heard wrong.
Personal reward?!
Senior… is rewarding me alone?!
Ecstasy erupted inside him like a volcanic explosion.
"Sen… Senior… I…"
His throat spasmed—
too overwhelmed to even form a full sentence.
Tears burst out again, unstoppable.
He couldn't even reach for his silk handkerchief this time.
Hot tears dripped freely onto the floor, gleaming like fallen pearls.
He had nearly died—
But it earned him Divine acknowledgment.
This moment alone was worth his life.
Lin Feng stared at his snot-and-tears streaming face, his lips twitching.
Suppressing the urge to comment, he lifted his hand.
A flash of light.
A small emerald sapling—barely three feet tall—appeared in his palm.
It looked ordinary.
Too ordinary.
A wild sapling picked by the roadside.
But—
The moment it appeared—
Hum—!!
An invisible Dao rhyme swept across Feng Ran Pavilion like a tidal breeze.
Everyone—
Titled Douluos, Zhu sisters, Bibi Dong, and even kneeling Dai Tianfeng—
all trembled violently.
A ringing echoed in their minds, as if struck by sacred bells.
Their souls felt washed in the purest spring light.
Fatigue vanished instantly.
Their minds became clear—
crystal clear.
Even their long-term cultivation bottlenecks…
showed faint signs of loosening.
Just… the aura of this sapling?!
What manner of divine item was this?!
Everyone's eyes locked onto the sapling in Lin Feng's hand.
Unable.
To.
Look.
Away.
Lin Feng took in their reactions and spoke calmly—yet each word dropped like a meteor.
"This is the Enlightenment Tea Tree.
It comes from another world."
Another world.
A collective shudder ran through Sword Douluo, Ning Fengzhi, Gold Crocodile Douluo, and the others.
"Another world" pointed unmistakably to—
The God Realm.
Or a place even higher.
Lin Feng continued:
"Once it matures, tea brewed from its leaves enhances comprehension."
"Before reaching the God level, your cultivation will almost never face bottlenecks."
"And even after becoming a god, its leaves will still greatly benefit your cultivation."
Silence.
Then—
Mental implosion.
Everyone's minds were blasted into scorched wasteland.
No bottlenecks before becoming a god?!
This wasn't a treasure.
This was—
A golden road straight to godhood.
One leaf could save decades of cultivation.
One tree could birth an entire army of gods.
Someone gulped loudly.
That one sound was like a fuse.
The hall ignited in madness.
Breathing turned heavy—
like beasts starving for years.
Eyes burned with unmasked greed.
Devil Bear Douluo even staggered forward, mumbling:
"This… this… divine…"
SLAP!
Saint Dragon Douluo smacked him hard.
"Shut up!
That's Senior's reward for Yue Guan!
You want to die?!"
Instantly, everyone jolted awake.
Fear replaced desire.
The Titled Douluos trembled.
Meanwhile—
Dai Tianfeng and Zhu Chenfei behind him—
Were frozen stiff.
Their minds…
Completely fried by the constant shocks.
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