Qian Daoliu was burying his face in the bowl, eating so fast he didn't even bother to breathe.
Seeing this, Light Feather Douluo's azure eyes sparkled with innocent curiosity.
He had zero awareness that the atmosphere around them had become awkward enough to carve out a new Spirit City.
He scampered right up to Qian Daoliu's side, tilted his head like a baby bird, and asked loudly:
"Big Brother, is this rice delicious?"
"Delicious."
Qian Daoliu answered instantly—
Still eating, still not lifting his head.
He mumbled between frantic mouthfuls:
"So fragrant~"
"It's too fragrant!"
He even smacked his lips with practiced satisfaction.
The air died.
Time froze.
Gold Crocodile Douluo quietly turned away, lifting a broad, fan-sized hand to cover his face, his shoulders shaking uncontrollably.
I don't know him.
This old man is an embarrassment. I don't know him.
Lion Douluo shoved his entire face into his empty bowl, letting out strange muffled "woo woo woo—" noises that could be grief or hysterical laughter.
Qian Jun and Jiang Mo were even more dramatic.
They both looked straight up at the ceiling at the exact same moment—as if trying to decipher whether the Angel God had left divine scripture on it.
—We don't know him. We've never seen this old man.
—No one say we're from the Hall of Worship today! Too shameful!
The other diners instantly transformed into professional actors.
Everyone lowered their heads in unison, performing intense, scholarly research on the food in front of them.
Devil Bear Douluo had even pulled out a knife and fork and was trying to dissect the internal structure of a grain of rice.
But the twitching mouths and trembling shoulders had already betrayed every single one of them.
The entire restaurant buzzed with a suffocating, barely-contained hilarity.
And at the center of all this…
Qian Daoliu, right after proclaiming "so fragrant," suddenly felt something inside his brain snap.
Who am I?
Where am I?
Did I… just say something I shouldn't have?!
His face changed colors at a speed visible to the naked eye—
from white,
to red,
to purple,
to a pig-liver shade.
It burned.
His entire old face was burning.
It's over.
His dignity was gone.
A lifetime of high moral prestige, destroyed by a bowl of egg fried rice.
Just when the awkwardness reached "dig a hole and bury the entire Spirit Hall" levels—
a graceful figure approached.
Hu Liena stepped forward, professional smile flawless, but her fox-like eyes shimmered with unmistakable mirth.
"Seniors, have you enjoyed your meal?"
She bowed politely, her gaze sweeping the group before landing precisely on Qian Daoliu—
whose face was still the color of rotten plums.
"The total is two hundred thirty-eight thousand gold coins."
Qian Daoliu's expression darkened another three shades.
His lips trembled.
He wanted to talk.
But no sound came out.
Pay?
He, the High Priest, spokesperson of the Angel God—
humiliated by fried rice—
and now expected to cough up money?
Did reputation mean nothing in this world?!
In the stalemate, he shot Azure Luan Douluo a fierce side-eye.
A look that screamed:
—What are you waiting for? Do you expect this old man to pay personally?!
Azure Luan Douluo sighed internally.
Big Brother was perfect in many ways, except…
His face mattered more to him than oxygen.
He quickly stepped forward and respectfully produced a heavy brocade pouch.
"Divine Envoy, the payment is all here."
After Hu Liena placed the money bag on the counter—
Lin Feng slowly sat up from his recliner.
A simple movement—
yet the entire restaurant went dead silent.
Even the air froze.
Here it comes.
The post-meal tradition. The prize draw.
Lin Feng's gaze swept over the six expectant old faces from the Hall of Worship.
Six, not seven.
His eyes paused on Qian Daoliu's face—a black-as-the-bottom-of-a-pot expression—then skipped it without mercy.
Price clearly marked. No cheating.
Didn't pay? Don't even think about free rewards.
Right then, the System's voice chimed in:
Ding! Total consumption: 238,000 gold coins!
Tsk tsk, this old crocodile isn't bad. Breaking through to level 99 yesterday wasn't for nothing. His courage is small, but his reverence for me has grown! A fine leek!
Reward pool generated…
Congratulations, you have drawn the "Blessing and Longevity" Gift Package!
Reward: Increase lifespan +800 years!
Host reward: 23,800 gourmet points!
Lin Feng's eyelids twitched.
What the—?!
Eight hundred years?!
Why him?!
I'm the one sweating over the wok, and he just eats—AND HE GETS 800 YEARS?!
Is there no justice? No law?!
The System snickered:
Host, don't panic. The reward has triggered Divine Grace Critical Hit!
Critical Hit Multiplier: x10!
Host reward: lifespan +8000 years!
Lin Feng almost fainted.
Eight… thousand… years?!
Forget these Titled Douluo—
he could outlive their great-grandchildren!
Now THIS was the dignity of being a boss!
He smothered the grin stretching toward his ears and forced himself into a calm, divine posture.
With a flick of his finger, a faint glow flew into Gold Crocodile Douluo's forehead.
"Your devotion has been acknowledged."
His voice was cool and distant.
"I bestow upon you—
eight hundred years of lifespan."
PFFT—!!!!!
Wine sprayed across the hall.
Chrysanthemum Douluo lost all control and blasted "monkey wine" straight into Ghost Douluo's face.
"Cough—! Cough! Cough!
Wh-what?!
E-eight… eight hundred years?!"
Before his voice finished echoing—
A terrifying surge of life force erupted inside Gold Crocodile Douluo!
It was not gentle.
It was not subtle.
It was violent.
Overwhelming.
Crude.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
His joints popped like exploding beans!
Before everyone's stunned eyes—
His aged skin tightened and smoothed at visible speed!
Wrinkles vanished instantly!
His graying hair turned jet-black from the roots!
In mere breaths—
The venerable old powerhouse reversed decades of age, transforming into a young man in his mid-twenties—
vigorous, radiant, and absurdly handsome.
Even more handsome than Ghost Douluo—now drenched in wine.
Gold Crocodile Douluo raised his hands in disbelief.
Not old hands.
But vigorous, muscular, powerful hands.
Only one thought filled his mind:
This reward… is heaven-defying!
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