Lin Feng's light, almost casual words detonated at the entrance of Feng Ran Pavilion like a depth charge.
The air froze.
The long queue in front of Ning Rongrong's stall turned in perfect unison.
They had all heard it.
The senior… was asking for compensation?
"Gulp."
Qian Daoliu, standing at the very front, swallowed unconsciously.
The iced beer in his hand trembled, the golden liquid sloshing dangerously close to the rim. His pupils locked onto the young man surrounded by four peerless women, his mind going completely blank.
This wasn't right.
This wasn't how the script went.
Wasn't the senior supposed to be a languid, detached divinity?
Someone who had seen through worldly beauty, who treated romance like passing clouds?
Then what was this?
Why did it suddenly feel so… down-to-earth?
Devil Bear Douluo scratched his head, leaning toward Ghost Leopard Douluo, voice lowered in genuine confusion.
"Say… don't you think the senior's acting a little… off?"
Ghost Leopard Douluo's eyelids twitched violently. He didn't dare look up, his gaze glued to the ground as he hissed through clenched teeth.
"Shut up! What do you know? How could a mortal like you understand a god's intentions?"
He sounded firm.
His eyelids betrayed him completely.
Just as everyone's worldview creaked and began collapsing—
Lin Feng slowly turned his head.
His gaze swept across the crowd, unhurried, calm, almost curious. Then he tilted his head slightly, a faint smile appearing.
"What?"
"Is there a problem?"
The tone was lazy.
The eyes were not.
Boom.
The instant their gazes met his—
Qian Daoliu. Devil Bear Douluo. Ning Fengzhi. Everyone present felt their scalps go numb, a chill crawling straight out of their souls.
"No problem!"
"Absolutely no problem!"
"Senior is completely right!"
They shook their heads in unison, respectful to the point of panic.
Are you joking?
This was the same existence who slapped Beast God Di Tian like an unruly grandson.
If he decided to burn down Spirit City tonight, they'd probably argue over who got to hold the torch.
A god could never be wrong.
If something felt wrong, then it was their understanding that was flawed.
In an instant, the collapsing worldview was forcibly reassembled—somehow even more twisted than before.
The senior hadn't changed.
This was a god experiencing mortal life.
Yes. That must be it.
Lin Feng nodded in satisfaction and turned back to the four women.
Only then did Bibi Dong and the others snap out of their daze.
What followed wasn't anger.
Nor embarrassment.
It was excitement—sharp, thrilling, and dangerously sincere.
Asking for compensation?
Good.
What they feared was never Lin Feng wanting something.
What terrified them was a god who wanted nothing.
A desireless divinity was untouchable.
But a god with preferences?
That meant opportunity.
"Master~"
Hu Liena reacted first.
Her fox-like eyes misted instantly as she clung tighter to Lin Feng's arm, her body softening bonelessly against him. She looked up, biting her lip, voice sweet and trembling with resolve.
"If… if Master is willing to personally grill skewers for Nana tonight…"
"Then Master can… do whatever he wants with Nana…"
By the end, her voice was barely audible, her face burning red.
Ning Rongrong, eavesdropping shamelessly, nearly dropped her tongs.
This was playing huge.
Before Lin Feng could respond—
"Hmph."
A soft sneer cut in.
Zhu Zhuyun.
She looked at Hu Liena with open disdain, red lips curling slightly.
That's it?
Alluring on the surface, but still too cautious.
This was a once-in-a-lifetime opening. Who knew if the Master would ever loosen up like this again?
If you missed it now, there would be no second chance.
Opportunities were meant to be seized.
Zhu Zhuyun lifted her chin, meeting Lin Feng's playful gaze without a trace of shyness. She even pushed her chest forward slightly, unapologetic.
Then she rose onto her toes.
In full view of everyone—
Her lips brushed Lin Feng's cheek.
Light. Precise. Gone in an instant.
"If you're willing to let Zhuqing and me taste your cooking tonight…"
She paused deliberately, watching the amusement deepen in his eyes.
"Then tonight…"
"We'll let you experience double the pleasure."
The impact was catastrophic.
Zhu Zhuqing's body trembled violently, her pale neck flushing crimson as she buried her head lower—yet she offered no protest.
Silence was her answer.
Lin Feng raised an eyebrow, glancing down at the girl trembling in his arms.
Double the pleasure?
Interesting.
His smile deepened as his gaze finally shifted to the last remaining figure.
Bibi Dong.
She had remained silent throughout, standing straight, her composure unbroken.
His eyes asked a quiet question.
You've heard their offers.
So—what will the Supreme Pontiff exchange?
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