The crisp, piercing sound of porcelain shattering echoed through the grand deliberation hall, startling everyone present.
Yu Yuanzhen slowly loosened his grip. Fine blue porcelain dust trickled down between his fingers like sand slipping through an hourglass.
The faint smugness and aloof disdain that had once lingered on his face were completely gone. In their place was a terrifying pallor, the blood draining away so quickly it seemed as though life itself had been sucked from him.
The hall was deathly silent.
The elders stood as still as frozen statues, each deliberately restraining even their breathing, terrified that the slightest sound might ignite the Sect Master's already raging fury.
The deacon kneeling on the ground had buried his head deeply into his arms, his shoulders trembling violently, like a leaf caught in a violent storm.
Time itself seemed to slow.
Each passing second carried an unbearable pressure that weighed heavily on everyone's chest.
Finally—
"Heh…"
A dry, hoarse laugh escaped Yu Yuanzhen's throat.
There was no mirth in it.
Only madness and fury.
"Good… very good!"
He slammed his palm down on the obsidian round table.
Crack—!
The surface fractured instantly, spiderweb-like cracks spreading outward beneath his hand.
"What a Spirit Hall! What a Bibi Dong!"
Yu Yuanzhen abruptly stood up. His towering body trembled as terrifying Dragon Might erupted from within him, the aura of a peak-level Spirit Master crashing through the hall like a storm. The air itself seemed to solidify under the pressure.
"Public trial? Three forces testifying? Plagiarism?!"
With every word, his voice rose higher, until it became a thunderous roar filled with unrestrained rage.
"My Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect's face has been dragged across the entire continent and trampled into the dirt by that rebellious son!"
He was not mourning Yu Xiaogang.
He was mourning face.
The dignity, authority, and prestige his sect had accumulated over thousands of years—now all smeared with filth before the eyes of the world.
"Sect Master, please calm your anger!"
The elders, pale-faced and sweating profusely under the oppressive Dragon Might, hurriedly knelt down in unison.
"That trash! That useless disgrace!"
Yu Yuanzhen's eyes were bloodshot as he pointed in the direction of Spirit City, his entire arm shaking with fury.
"I warned long ago that he would bring nothing but trouble! Now look—he's not only destroyed his own reputation, he's dragged the entire sect down with him!"
After venting, Yu Yuanzhen's chest heaved violently. The flames of rage in his eyes gradually condensed into an icy, murderous calm.
He was, after all, a Sect Master.
Anger alone solved nothing.
Slowly, he sat back down on the cracked chair, his voice low and hoarse.
"Pass down my order."
The elders' spirits lifted instantly.
"Dispatch the elite Shadow Guards. Equip them with Dragon Binding Ropes."
Yu Yuanzhen's gaze was as cold as ancient ice.
"Set an ambush on the route Spirit Hall will use to escort that rebellious son."
"Intercept Yu Xiaogang and bring him back."
"As for Spirit Hall's people…"
His voice dropped to a whisper filled with killing intent.
"Kill them all."
"Yes!"
The elders responded in unison, their hearts pounding violently.
Meanwhile, at Feng Ran Pavilion.
Night had fallen, and warm lights flickered to life.
In front of the barbecue stall at the entrance, fragrant smoke curled upward, carrying the mouthwatering aroma of sizzling meat through the air.
Chrysanthemum Douluo carefully wiped down his jade spade with an orchid-finger gesture, his movements meticulous and elegant. After storing it in his spirit tool, he cheerfully grabbed Ye Lingshuang, who was still immersed in studying Immortal Herbs.
"Come, come, come! A hard day's work deserves a proper reward! I'll take you to taste a delicacy rarely found in this world!"
Ye Lingshuang hesitated, her thoughts still tangled in the profound theories Yue Guan had taught her earlier that day.
"But Senior Yue Guan, the nighttime care for the Immortal Herbs—"
"No rush, no rush!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo waved dismissively, already dragging her toward the barbecue stall.
"Let me tell you, that little girl Ning Rongrong has truly inherited the senior's grilling skills. The flavor—tsk, tsk—simply divine!"
Nearby, Ning Rongrong stood in front of the grill with a hopeless expression, staring at the ever-growing line of customers as if questioning the meaning of life itself.
Qian Daoliu, acting as the self-appointed "security captain," stood proudly at the front of the line, holding two ice-cold beers, his face filled with anticipation.
Off to the side, Dugu Bo hid in the shadows, furiously scribbling notes under the dim light.
[Evening Activity Observation Log: Barbecue]
[Note: Suspected to be a core team-bonding ritual of this establishment. Requires deeper participation to assess social value and… taste.]
As the lively day gradually came to an end, Lin Feng yawned behind the counter, stretching lazily. He prepared to head upstairs, wash up, and finally get some rest.
Just as he stood, a small, warm, jade-like hand gently tugged at his sleeve.
The pull was light—but persistent.
"Lin Feng."
Bibi Dong's voice sounded softly, devoid of any Supreme Pontiff authority. Instead, it carried a subtle tenderness.
"Wait."
Lin Feng paused and turned his head. He met Bibi Dong's amethyst eyes, shimmering like starlight, fixed firmly on him.
"What is it?" he asked cautiously.
An ominous premonition rose in his heart.
"Mmm…" Bibi Dong nodded faintly. A faint blush crept onto her flawless face as she spoke softly, "It's been… a very long time since I've eaten skewers grilled by you personally."
"I want to eat them."
Danger.
Lin Feng's internal alarm bells rang wildly.
Before he could come up with a righteous excuse—I'm tired today, maybe next time—another, far more aggressive voice chimed in.
"Master~~"
Hu Liena appeared as if teleporting, instantly latching onto his other arm.
Her unfair advantages pressed shamelessly against him, instantly numbing half his body.
She tilted her head up, fox-like eyes glistening as she spoke sweetly, her voice sticky with charm.
"Nana wants some too~~ Only the ones you grill yourself~~ okay~~?"
Lin Feng felt his soul cry out.
Before he could react, a soft warmth pressed against him from the front.
A unique fragrance—part orchid, part milk—flooded his senses.
Zhu Zhuyun stepped forward decisively, hugging his waist tightly, her posture boldly possessive.
"Master~" she said sweetly, looking up at him. "I want some too."
Lin Feng's mind blanked completely.
This was blatant cheating.
Absolute foul play.
And then—
From behind, Zhu Zhuqing quietly approached. She didn't cling or speak.
She simply reached out and pinched the corner of Lin Feng's clothes with two fingers.
The gesture was gentle.
Yet stubborn.
It said everything.
I want some too.
In an instant, Lin Feng was surrounded—front, back, left, and right—completely locked down.
Invisible sparks crackled in the air.
Four women.
Four different personalities.
Four distinct tactics.
Yet somehow, in this single moment, they reached an astonishing, unspoken consensus.
Tonight… Master Lin Feng must be won over.
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