When Qian Daoliu finally woke up, his mind was still a mushy mess.
Who am I?
Where am I?
What was I just doing…?
He rubbed his temples, trying to restore the dignity befitting a level-99 Super Douluo.
But before he could gather his scattered thoughts—
A tyrannical, unreasonable, soul-capturing aroma surged straight into his nostrils, violently awakening every dormant taste bud.
The smell was incredible.
Qian Daoliu jolted upright, spirit immediately returning.
And then he saw the scene before him—
His pupils contracted to needle points.
He was seated at an antique round table.
Around him sat the other six High Priests—Golden Crocodile, Lion, Azure Luan, Subduing Dragon, Light Feather, and Mastiff.
Spirit Hall's most loyal guardians.
Top existences capable of shaking the continent.
Yet at this moment—
They were all holding exquisitely printed menus, huddled together like a group of uneducated primary schoolers arguing over which snack to buy.
Lion Douluo jabbed at a picture, spitting saliva everywhere in excitement.
"Second Brother, listen to me! This 'Buddha Jumps Over the Wall'—the name alone is domineering! I'm ordering one!"
"Fourth Brother, shut up!"
Golden Crocodile Douluo slammed the table.
"We're not here to sightsee! We're here to improve ourselves! What we need is cost-effectiveness! Do you even understand cost-effectiveness?! We must squeeze every gold coin dry!"
Meanwhile, the most unreliable Light Feather Douluo hugged his little ice phoenix like a plush toy, drooling shamelessly at the dessert section.
"I don't care… today I'm only eating desserts… they all look so good…"
Qian Daoliu's mouth twitched violently.
He could feel his blood pressure climbing at a speed that violated common sense.
He turned his head away before he flipped the table.
Nearby, Ghost Douluo and the Elders sat upright like model citizens—
Yet their eyes were glued to the kitchen door like abandoned wives waiting for their husbands to return.
Their gaze practically screamed:
"When is the food coming?"
And at the VIP table closest to the counter—
Sat one person.
Bibi Dong.
The prodigal woman who had given away Spirit Hall's entire ten-thousand-year treasury!
The former iron-blooded Supreme Pontiff was currently holding a blue-and-white porcelain bowl bigger than her face—
And had her whole head buried in it, inhaling noodles with pure bliss.
Her long wine-red hair swayed with every enthusiastic slurp.
The most outrageous part—
She was eating…
While crying.
Big, bean-sized tears slid down her cheeks and plopped into the broth—adding "premium original stock" to the already luxurious seafood noodles.
It was… bizarrely harmonious.
Qian Daoliu's mind buzzed like a gong.
All memories flooded back at once.
Spirit Hall's ten-thousand-year accumulation.
Treasures gathered over countless generations.
Taken by Bibi Dong—
And used as meal money.
He felt like dying.
"My… my Angel God lineage's ten-thousand-year family fortune…"
"Was it really… exchanged for this bowl of noodles?!"
He clutched his chest, breath shaking.
He was very close to passing out again.
Just then, the High Priests noticed him waking up.
Light Feather Douluo was the first to spot him—eyes sparkling, menu in hand, face glowing with "Big Brother, come share my discoveries!"
"Big Brother! You're finally awake! Come quick—it's our turn to order! What do you want to eat?"
Qian Daoliu did not faint this time.
Instead, he slowly placed a trembling hand over his heart.
It hurt.
It hurt so much.
This was not physical pain—
It was the pain of watching one's faith get brutally NTR'd.
Angel God!
Angel God, open your holy eyes!
All your believers have betrayed you!
He shoved Light Feather Douluo's face aside and suddenly stood up.
Then, using all the strength in his soul bones, he roared with absolute resolve:
"I, Qian Daoliu—
would rather starve to death!
Die in the streets!
Jump off the Angel God statue itself—
than eat a single bite from this shop!"
His declaration was thunderous, righteous, and tragic.
He snorted, turned around, crossed his arms, and presented the back of his head to everyone—
A pose filled with stubborn dignity.
But…
He didn't move.
Not a single step.
…Somehow, his feet were glued to the floor.
The six High Priests exchanged looks, completely lost.
Golden Crocodile Douluo sighed, preparing to gently persuade his Big Brother to save face.
But at that moment—
Hu Liena softly tapped the table with her order pad.
"Honored Seniors, have you decided?"
Her voice was polite and professional—
But unmistakably urgent.
Because the entrance was packed.
The commotion this morning had been too earth-shattering:
First, the Supreme Pontiff emptied Spirit Hall's treasury for a monthly subscription.
Then, two level-99 Super Douluo clashed right outside.
Next, Golden Crocodile broke through to Super Douluo and immediately appeared here.
The continent-shaking events of three years had all happened in one hour.
Naturally, Spirit City's Spirit Masters swarmed over.
At this moment, Feng Ran Pavilion's entrance was a solid wall of people—
All desperate to see what kind of restaurant could make the Supreme Pontiff go bankrupt and the High Priests lose all composure.
As soon as Hu Liena spoke, Golden Crocodile and the others jolted.
Big Brother?
Who cares!
Opportunity was more important!
"Order! Order now! Quickly!"
Lion Douluo raised his hand.
"Spirit Envoy, I want 'Dragon Liver and Phoenix Marrow Noodles,' a Buddha Jumps Over the Wall, and also—"
"Me! I'm next!"
Light Feather Douluo nearly jumped out of his seat.
"I want this 'Star Guardian' ice cream, this 'Osmanthus Love' mousse, and a 'Teyvat Sunset Fruit' pie—oh, and—"
He rattled off seven or eight desserts in one breath, eyes sparkling like stars.
But before Hu Liena could write them all down—
Azure Luan Douluo's face darkened.
He snatched the menu from Light Feather and forced a polite smile at Hu Liena.
"Spirit Envoy, don't mind him."
"For his main dish, give him one 'Sorrowful Egg Fried Rice.'
As for desserts—just the three he mentioned."
Then he handed the menu back while glaring threateningly at Light Feather—
A look that said:
"Say one more word and I'll seal your mouth permanently."
Light Feather immediately shriveled up, clearly thinking:
Baby is very wronged.
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