"A plate of egg fried rice?"
Although Lin Feng had already made up his mind, he deliberately kept up a profound, mysterious façade—calm, aloof, unreadable.
His index finger tapped rhythmically on the armrest.
Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
Every light tap landed squarely on Qian Daoliu's heart.
The entire restaurant fell silent.
You could hear dust settling.
Gold Crocodile Douluo and the other Priests held their breath—faces twisted between envy and anticipation.
They were jealous that Qian Daoliu might actually earn a daily extra meal…
But also hopeful.
If the High Priest of Spirit Hall became the doorman of Feng Ran Pavilion—
That was basically Spirit Hall gaining face by proxy!
But behind them, Qian Renxue stared daggers at her grandfather's back.
Her golden eyes were practically breathing fire.
Reject him, reject him, reject him!!!
This old fossil—
For the sake of food.
And for the sake of Bo Saixi—
He had no shame left!
If he succeeded…
Wouldn't that mean she suddenly gained a random step-grandmother?!
Under Qian Renxue's collapsing stare, Lin Feng finally spoke.
Just two words.
"Granted."
BOOM—!
Qian Daoliu practically ascended on the spot.
"Thank you Senior! Thank you Senior! Thank you—!"
He was so excited he looked like a three-hundred-jin child who'd just found candy, utterly devoid of his usual super Douluo dignity.
Meanwhile—
Qian Renxue's eyes dimmed instantly.
Damn it!!
He actually succeeded!!
This old man—
He was one step away from arranging her whole family tree!
Qian Daoliu practically skipped out the front door.
Then—
He stood left of the entrance, condensed an Angelic Sacred Sword, planted it into the ground with a metallic clang, clasped both hands on the hilt, straightened his back—
And stared solemnly at the street like a sacred guardian.
His posture was ten thousand times more devout than when he prayed before the Angel God.
It was like he wasn't guarding a restaurant entrance—
but the gates of Heaven itself.
Inside, Lin Feng suddenly remembered something.
His lazy gaze shifted to Hu Liena and the girls.
"Oh, right. Since the restaurant expansion, the second floor has some spare rooms."
"If commuting every day is troublesome, pick one and live there. Consider it employee housing."
Three girls reacted three completely different ways.
Hu Liena
Her eyes sparkled—full of joy and gratitude.
Living under the same roof as Senior?
This must be divine grace!
She silently vowed to work twice as hard to become Senior's most trusted envoy.
Zhu Zhuyun
A blazing ambition lit up behind her charming eyes.
Living together?
That meant early-morning opportunities.
Midnight opportunities.
ALL kinds of opportunities.
Her breathing quietly quickened.
Zhu Zhuqing
Her tense body relaxed instantly.
Living here meant—
No Shrek Academy.
No Star Luo politics.
No nightmare chasing her.
As long as she remained in Feng Ran Pavilion—
She was absolutely safe.
As long as he was here…
No one would dare touch her.
Meanwhile, Bibi Dong…
In a quiet corner, the Supreme Pontiff gently set her teacup down.
Strangely—
Her "Supreme VIP Monthly Package" suddenly felt less appealing.
She wanted to stay too.
Her phoenix eyes lifted toward Lin Feng, longing and faintly aggrieved.
But Lin Feng didn't look.
He simply shifted into a more comfortable lounging position.
Didn't even spare her a glance.
Meanwhile, in Star Dou Forest
The air was damp, muggy, and buzzing with annoying insects.
The Shrek team's mood was even worse.
Ever since Zhu Zhuqing vanished before Tang San and Dai Mubai's very eyes—
Not a single laugh had appeared.
Dai Mubai walked at the front, face so dark it could drip ink.
Zhu Zhuqing's resolute back still haunted him.
She had left him—
Decisively.
Completely.
For a chance he couldn't even comprehend.
Humiliation.
Rage.
Two venomous snakes coiled around his heart.
Tang San walked silently at the side, seemingly calm.
But deep down—
His fury burned even hotter.
He didn't care about Zhu Zhuqing's departure.
What he cared about was—
His immortal herb had RUN AWAY!
"Dean… can we rest for today?" Oscar asked weakly, voice full of despair. "We've been searching all day and haven't even seen a hair of a spirit beast…"
Flender shot him a glare sharp enough to cut flesh.
"Rest? Rest?! When we're hunting a spirit beast for you? Everyone else keeps quiet, and you're the one whining?"
Off to the side, Zhao Wuji coughed, clutching his chest.
He still couldn't accept it—
As a Spirit Saint, he'd been knocked out cold by a piece of clothing.
The humiliation was deep.
Only his lingering injuries forced Flender to accompany the group.
Suddenly—
Dai Mubai halted and lowered his voice.
"There's something up ahead."
Everyone perked up and crept forward, parting the bushes.
A brightly-colored large snake lay in a clearing.
Its crimson fleshy crest flickered like fire—
Diamond-shaped scales gleaming.
A thousand-year-level Phoenix Tail Cockscomb Snake.
"Perfect for Oscar's third spirit ring," Tang San instantly recognized.
Oscar nearly burst into tears of joy.
"Dean!! Hurry! Catch it for me!"
But Flender didn't move.
His expression darkened.
"Wait."
"Look carefully."
Only then did Oscar notice—
The snake wasn't moving.
A small, neat blood hole pierced through its skull.
It was long dead.
Worse—
There wasn't a single trace of spirit power fluctuation.
This meant someone had hunted it moments before they arrived.
Oscar collapsed on the ground.
"Who?! WHO STOLE MY SPIRIT RING?!"
Helplessly, the group continued wandering through the forest.
After a while, they came across another spirit beast corpse.
This time—a Man-Faced Demon Spider.
"Unlucky!" Oscar groaned without interest.
Dai Mubai didn't even look.
The others glanced and turned away.
Corpse sightings were too common here.
Except—
Tang San.
The instant he saw the Man-Faced Demon Spider—
His footsteps halted.
His heart clenched painfully, violently—
As though something vital had been ripped out.
A hollow ache spread through his entire being—
Like the universe suddenly missing its cornerstone.
"Third Brother? What's wrong?" Xiao Wu asked, confused.
Tang San didn't answer.
His Purple Demon Eye blazed.
He stared at the dried corpse.
No spirit ring.
No residual power.
Just an ordinary dead spirit beast.
But why…
Why did he feel such a terrifying emptiness?
Why did this corpse—
look like it had once held the thing that should've belonged to him?
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