Azure Luan Douluo's bold suggestion fell, and Lion Douluo's brass-bell eyes lit up instantly.
He slapped his thigh so hard the ground trembled three times.
"Seconded!"
"I think Third Brother's idea is brilliant! I've long disliked those weaklings in the Balak Kingdom! Always secretly opposing our Spirit Hall—let's just rob them!"
"I suggest we start with those few duchies south of the Star Luo Empire! They're far from us—grab the goods and run. Who would ever know it was us?"
Thousand Jun Douluo's blood boiled; mountains of gold coins were already piling up in his imagination.
Meanwhile, Qian Parkinson Daoliu's hands trembled with fury as he listened to these "dragons among men," "phoenixes among chickens," discuss their grand criminal plans.
Robbery?
Rob a kingdom?
How could these broad-browed, big-eyed fools even think of such a thing?!
Who were they?
They were Spirit Hall!
Upholders of continental order!
The earthly spokespeople of the Angel God!
The sacred temple worshipped by countless Spirit Masters!
And now they wanted to form a gang of mountain bandits?!
Where was their shame?!
"Enough!"
Qian Daoliu leapt up from the steps, his furious roar instantly silencing the group who were eagerly mapping out their "crime routes."
Heartbroken, he pointed at these crooked melons and cracked dates, his expression sorrowful and stern—like a disappointed father catching his sons skipping exams.
"Fools!"
"We are the Worship Hall! The guardians of order across the continent! The voice of the Angel God!"
"How could we stoop to such petty thievery?!"
"If word spreads, where will Spirit Hall's dignity be? Where will the Angel God's glory go?!"
Every word was upright.
Righteous.
Filled with unshakeable conviction.
Lion Douluo and the others instantly dropped their heads.
Big Brother was right.
They were foolish.
Big Brother was noble and virtuous.
However—
Just as they were ready to deeply reflect on their sinful thoughts…
Qian Daoliu's tone suddenly softened.
He put on a calm, coaxing expression and even lowered his voice like he was sharing classified secrets.
"Xue'er… is currently the Crown Prince of the Heaven Dou Empire, isn't she?"
Before anyone could process the statement, Qian Daoliu continued earnestly:
"Think about it. Those small kingdoms and duchies you mentioned—what backwater places are they?"
"How much money could they possibly have?"
"Even if you emptied them bare, could the sum feed Xue'er for more than a few days?"
"All that effort, all that risk—for pocket change?"
"Perspective!"
"You need a broader perspective!"
Everyone: "…"
Why…
Why did Big Brother's words suddenly feel off?
Qian Daoliu ignored their blank stares.
Hands clasped behind his back, he paced slowly, adopting the posture of a wise strategist with grand vision.
Finally, he stopped in front of Azure Luan Douluo, his old, cloudy eyes now gleaming with calculating brilliance.
"Who do you think has the most money?"
"The Heaven Dou Empire."
"As the Crown Prince—if Xue'er takes a little something from her own national treasury… can that be called stealing?"
"That's called taking."
The world fell silent.
The Titled Douluos, who had just hung their heads moments ago, now slowly lifted them again—millimeter by millimeter.
And inside each of their minds, something snapped.
So—
Big Brother wasn't against robbery.
He simply thought their previous target was too small… and the profits too low?!
Lion Douluo, Thousand Jun Douluo, Devil Bear Douluo—they all exchanged glances, each seeing in the other's eyes a shock on par with the Big Bang.
At last, Gold Crocodile Douluo swallowed hard, raised a trembling thumb, and spoke in a tone filled with newfound, soul-deep reverence.
"Big Brother… it really has to be you."
Qian Daoliu clasped his hands behind his back and faced the afternoon sun.
His figure looked lonely, but his tone carried the weight of one who commanded the world.
"No time to waste. Third Brother, bring Xue'er back immediately."
"Tell her the plan has changed."
"Just say… her grandpa misses her and wants her to bring some local specialties home."
Azure Luan Douluo's mouth twitched violently.
Big Brother…
You're calling the Heaven Dou Empire's national treasury "local specialties"?
But the order had been given.
What else could he say?
"…Understood, Big Brother."
He sighed helplessly, nodded, and turned to leave.
"Wait!"
Qian Daoliu called him back, adding gravely:
"Be sure to tell Xue'er that the family… can't make ends meet."
Azure Luan Douluo staggered midair, almost face-planting.
The next moment—
A sharp, crisp luan cry pierced the sky.
A giant azure luan soared through the clouds, stirring fierce winds, and vanished beyond the horizon.
Once the Worship Hall finished discussing their "grand strategy," and Ghost Douluo and the Elders collected their rewards and left—
Feng Ran Pavilion finally returned to quiet.
Bibi Dong lifted her eyes.
Her gaze drifted—almost involuntarily—toward the kitchen.
From inside came a steady, rhythmic chopping sound.
The Senior… was preparing lunch.
Lunch… just for her.
A soft, sweet happiness welled up inside her chest—
—but it barely had time to bloom before—
Scratch—
A chair slid out.
Bibi Dong turned.
It was Hu Liena.
The little bubble of joy in her heart tightened, but she forced herself to remain calm.
It was fine.
After all, she was her old disciple and the Senior's employee.
After such a busy morning, sitting to rest was natural.
As the Supreme Pontiff, she had that much generosity.
As long as she sat at another table and didn't disturb her—
But Bibi Dong didn't even get the chance to hint anything.
Scratch—
Scratch—
Two more chairs slid out.
Zhu Zhuqing and her even more stunning elder sister, Zhu Zhuyun, sat down—one on each side of Hu Liena.
The dining table instantly felt impossibly crowded in Bibi Dong's eyes.
The blush on her face froze.
All the little pink heart-shaped bubbles popped at once.
What exclusive lunch?
What precious two-person world?
So this was… the employee cafeteria opening for lunch.
Just then—
A cold, hostile gaze locked onto Bibi Dong.
Zhu Zhuyun.
Arms crossed, body leaning lazily back, her posture exaggerated her already dangerous curves.
Her eyes swept Bibi Dong up and down.
There was no reverence for the continent's empress.
No deference.
It was the gaze of a woman evaluating another who dared approach their boss with ill intent.
Finally, Zhu Zhuyun's eyes paused on Bibi Dong's slightly flushed face.
A soft, disdainful sound escaped her lips.
"Heh."
A cold sneer.
All remaining color drained from Bibi Dong's face, leaving it colder than frost.
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