Zhu Chenfei's tearful defense was so earnest, so pitiful, so dramatic—
he nearly managed to move himself to tears.
Look! What a loving father he was!
Worried his daughters were young and inexperienced,
worried they might not serve Lord Divinity properly,
he came personally—risking life and dignity—
to remind them, plead for them!
Even if he didn't have talent, surely he had hard work, right?
He waited confidently for his daughters to be touched and repent.
But what he received was—
Silence.
Dead, suffocating silence.
Even the murderous pressure that could tear him apart earlier had vanished.
But in its place was something even more unbearable—
A look.
A look full of disdain.
Astonishment.
And awe.
As if the crowd had discovered a brand-new creature that had refreshed their knowledge of the bottom limits of humanity.
It could… be shameless to this degree?
The Titled Douluo's eyelids twitched violently.
Gold Crocodile Douluo stroked his chin, eyes complicated.
"…So damn shameless."
Devil Bear Douluo opened his mouth wide, but Saint Dragon Douluo immediately slapped a hand over it.
Even Qian Daoliu's eyelids trembled.
He had always considered himself sufficiently thick-skinned…
But today, he learned that there was always someone higher, always someone bolder.
Zhu Chenfei's face could probably withstand a ninth spirit ability.
Even Lin Feng gained newfound respect for this old fox's shamelessness.
Truly… a talent.
At last, Lin Feng spoke lazily, as if running out of patience.
"If you're going to eat, find a seat."
"If you're not eating, then leave. Don't interfere with my business."
His tone was calm, even bored.
But to Zhu Chenfei, it was the voice of heaven descending.
He nearly collapsed on the spot in relief.
He wasn't expelled!
He was allowed to stay!
That meant—there was still a chance!
"Eat! This humble one will definitely eat!"
He scrambled to his feet, grabbed the two blood-stained hundred-thousand-year spirit bones, and didn't even wipe his own nose.
Instead, he used his sleeve to carefully polish the spirit bones clean.
Then, trembling, he offered them back to Zhu Zhuyun and Zhu Zhuqing.
"Zhuyun, Zhuqing… father was wrong… father was muddled…"
"Father never intended any disrespect toward the Lord Deity. Please don't misunderstand…"
Zhu Zhuyun snatched the bones coldly.
She didn't even look at him.
Zhu Chenfei shrank his neck and didn't dare let out a breath.
Covering his throbbing nose, he slunk toward an empty seat beside Dai Tianfeng.
Seeing his miserable state, Dai Tianfeng felt no sympathy.
Instead—
He gloated.
Shamelessly.
Old bastard, you tormented me in the Star Luo Empire!
You even tried to steal my throne!
Now look at you!
Dai Tianfeng's mood soared, and he couldn't resist a subtle jab:
"Lord Zhu, what excellent methods ~ Truly masterful calculations ~"
Zhu Chenfei's old face flushed red, and he buried himself behind the menu, pretending to read.
But—
When his gaze fell on the prices printed there—
His foxy, shrewd eyes instantly widened to the size of copper bells.
His entire face froze.
At the same moment—
Zhu Zhuyun, having finished dealing with the "small matter" named Zhu Chenfei, turned her icy gaze toward Dai Weisi and the other Star Luo officials still frozen by the entrance.
Her voice was cold enough to freeze marrow.
"You all."
"Are you staying to eat, or are you getting out?"
Dai Weisi jolted like struck by lightning.
Eat or leave?
What kind of choice was that?
Leaving?
What a joke!
They might not understand what "eating" meant here…
But anyone with eyes could see the fanatical, almost deranged expressions of the Spirit Hall elders and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School when the word "eat" was mentioned.
Clearly—
The food here was not normal food.
It was a divine meal, made by a Divinity!
"Eat! We will eat!!"
Dai Weisi shouted before anyone else, terrified his response might be too slow and he'd be thrown out.
The other officials snapped awake instantly, nodding like chickens pecking grain, even more respectful than when attending court.
They wisely seated themselves at the table with Dai Tianfeng and Zhu Chenfei.
They didn't dare compete with the Titled Douluo for seating.
Finally, the Star Luo delegation settled down—
staring at the sky-high prices on the menu—
faces blank, souls detached.
Existential crisis: beginning countdown.
Meanwhile — Spirit City, Supreme Pontiff Palace
The vast archive chamber—repository of Spirit Hall's greatest secrets—was silent.
From the deepest section of the vault—
A figure stumbled out like a specter.
Qian Renxue's hair clung to her cheeks in damp strands.
Her once proud, radiant features were deathly pale.
Her golden eyes—normally brilliant like the sun—
were now bloodshot, cracked, and filled with a collapsing despair.
Her steps were unsteady.
Her body trembled.
It looked as if she might break at any moment.
For a full day and night—
She had not slept.
Not eaten.
She'd combed through every file like a madwoman.
In her hand, she clutched a thin stack of documents.
But to her—
they weighed heavier than mountains.
Her fingers trembled so violently the pages had become wrinkled, damp with sweat.
"Why…"
Her lips quivered.
Her voice was hoarse, as if scraped by a rusted blade.
"Why… is it like this…?"
She hadn't found it.
She hadn't found any official record that clearly documented what happened between her father, Qian Xunji, and her mother, Bibi Dong.
That period of history—
It was as if an invisible hand had forcibly torn it out of the river of time.
Erased.
Obliterated.
Gone.
But…
She did find something else.
Scattered fragments.
Disconnected clues.
Yet enough—
far too enough—
to piece together a nightmare that made her soul tremble.
She found several records of Bibi Dong from her time as Holy Maiden.
"Holy Maiden Bibi Dong — twin spirits, extraordinary talent, a demonic genius unseen in a thousand years. The strongest of the new generation."
Those few lines carried the brilliance of a young woman destined for greatness.
Then another note:
"Later, she met Yu Xiaogang of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan at the entrance of the Spirit Hall Library."
And then—
Nothing.
After this, all records of Bibi Dong abruptly ended.
Her name vanished.
Her presence vanished.
For an entire year, the words "Bibi Dong" did not appear in a single Spirit Hall document.
She was gone.
Erased.
Qian Renxue refused to accept it.
She turned the archives upside down, hunting through every corner.
But she found nothing.
Until—
She found it.
Two records.
One mundane.
One horrific.
The mundane one:
"Supreme Pontiff Qian Xunji ordered one additional meal to be delivered daily to the Supreme Pontiff's personal chambers."
"Purpose: Unknown."
The other record—
An earlier construction document—
Made her blood freeze.
"Supreme Pontiff's secret order: construct a hidden chamber beneath the Supreme Pontiff's bedchamber."
"A subterranean chamber, windowless, sealed off from the outside world."
Qian Renxue felt her knees buckle.
Her vision darkened.
That chamber—
That extra meal—
That missing year—
And her mother's disappearance—
Her voice cracked in despair.
"No…
No…
Mother… don't tell me…"
Her trembling whisper echoed like a death note in the empty corridor.
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