Qian Daoliu's voice arrived before he did.
He stepped through the entrance with the devotion of a pilgrim entering a sacred land.
Eyes closed, arms spread, face filled with holy anticipation—
"Ah~ I can enter Senior's sacred domain again. I am ready to welcome the exquisite aroma of egg fried rice."
He exhaled deeply—emptying his lungs.
Then inhaled sharply—
Intent on drawing in the FIRST wisp of "immortal qi" that would cleanse his worldly sins.
The immortal qi entered his nose.
And—
Qian Daoliu felt as though his soul was seized by an invisible giant hand—
Then stuffed into a 3,000-year-old rotten preserved egg,
Thrown into a barrel of decayed salted fish and sweaty socks,
Sealed shut—
And shaken for forty-nine days with level 99 spirit power.
His devout expression froze.
His fantasy of egg fried rice shattered into dust.
His entire world transformed into a tidal wave of sour, rotten, indescribable stench—
A smell that carried sin, despair, and spiritual corrosion.
"Buzz——"
His mind blanked.
His legs gave out.
He was about to fall to his knees.
It's over… Senior is punishing me… Is this retribution for my workplace romance?!
Just as Qian Daoliu was about to greet the floor personally—
A strong hand grabbed his limp arm.
Gold Crocodile Douluo!
He seized Qian Daoliu, expression stern.
"Brother, what's wrong? We're just smelling food—why are you so overwhelmed you're about to perform a royal礼?"
But…
The next breath hit him.
The 'rule-level weapon' that felled Qian Daoliu struck him too.
The stench slapped him in the face with the force of a spiritual palm strike.
SLAP—!
His head buzzed.
He staggered, nearly falling.
For the first time, terror flashed across his usually shrewd eyes.
What in the world is this?!
A smell that can mentally shake a super Douluo?!
He didn't hesitate.
He grabbed Qian Daoliu's shoulder—
Stamped the ground—
"RETREAT! Everyone RETREAT!!"
His roar shook the entire street.
The other five worship elders, trained by countless battles, reacted immediately.
Without a second's thought, they retreated with lightning speed.
Posey, standing farther back, sensed something wrong the moment Qian Daoliu's body "went soft" and stayed put—avoiding the disaster.
Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo both froze, bewildered and frightened.
In the entire group, only ONE person didn't hear the warning—
Spirit Kite Douluo.
Filled with the burning soul of a foodie—
Her mind contained only one thought:
TODAY!
I must order two dishes before anyone else!
I WILL avenge the grilled pig kidney I missed yesterday!
She skipped forward happily—
Completely oblivious to the horror unfolding ahead—
And rushed into the hall first.
She didn't even look around.
Didn't survey the environment.
She simply opened her mouth with excitement:
"Senior! I want to order—"
The last word "dish" never came out.
Her voice cut off.
Her smile froze.
Her eyes went wide—then bloodshot.
Her entire body trembled violently.
"U-ugh…!"
A strangled groan escaped.
And before everyone's horrified eyes—
Spirit Kite Douluo rolled her eyes—
And collapsed backward!
BANG!
She hit the floor hard and began convulsing violently.
One hand clutched her throat, as if strangled by an invisible demon.
The other hand scraped desperately at the smooth tiles—
Trying to crawl toward the door.
Her face turned purplish black.
Her voice rasped with despair—
"In… inside… it's poisonous…"
"H-help… me…"
"I—I'm going to die!!!"
Everyone froze.
Chills shot from soles to scalps.
A Titled Douluo—
A powerhouse of the continent—
Had been DESTROYED by a single sniff?!
What level of terrifying poison gas was inside?!
No one dared to step forward.
Everyone subconsciously stepped back.
Ghost Douluo went pale and instinctively clamped Chrysanthemum Douluo's nose and mouth shut.
"Yue Guan! Don't breathe! HOLD YOUR BREATH!!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo almost dropped his enlightenment tea sapling.
It was over.
Spirit Kite Douluo was done for!
Inside, Spirit Kite Douluo finally realized—
No one was coming to save her.
Despair filled her eyes.
But she refused… she REFUSED to die here.
She still had so many of Senior's dishes she hadn't eaten!
She still hadn't experienced the legendary god-tier dish!
She could NOT die like this!!
Desperation fueled her.
She stopped pleading.
Instead—
She began crawling.
One hand clutching her throat.
The other dragging her across the floor—
Inch by excruciating inch—
Toward the sacred light of the doorway.
Her posture was tragic.
Her gaze—resolute.
"As long as… as long as I reach… that place…"
As long as I leave this death domain—
I can live.
I can EAT again.
The others realized what she meant.
Their eyes reddened.
"Spirit Kite! Don't give up!"
"Think of all the dishes you haven't eaten yet!"
"Protect your heart with spirit power! CRAWL OUT!"
"Don't stop! Victory is right outside the door!"
Under their desperate encouragement—
Spirit Kite Douluo crawled forward.
Three meters.
Two meters.
One meter.
She was so close—
A hand's width away from the safe zone.
But fate was cruel.
Just before crossing the final threshold—
Her strength failed.
Her reaching hand dropped.
Her eyes dimmed.
She fell at the last moment before dawn.
"NOOOOO!!"
"Spirit Kite!! Elder Spirit Kite!!"
Several iron-tower-like men nearly burst into tears.
Qian Daoliu finally recovered slightly, sorrow filling his old face.
Just as the atmosphere reached peak mourning—
A weak, hesitant voice spoke.
From the very back of the group—
Star Luo Empire's Emperor Dai Tianfeng, who hadn't seen everything clearly, pointed at the marks on Spirit Kite Douluo's neck.
"Um… is there a possibility…"
He swallowed.
"That she's not dead…"
"She just… choked herself unconscious?"
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