"Grandpa…"
Qian Renxue's broken voice trembled, hoarse to the point of distortion.
"You… what are you saying?"
She didn't believe it.
She refused to believe it.
She'd rather believe she had gone mad—that everything she'd uncovered was just a grotesque nightmare.
Qian Daoliu closed his eyes with unbearable heaviness.
He could no longer meet his Granddaughter's gaze—
those once bright, adoring eyes now hollowed out by despair.
Eyes begging for truth.
Eyes he could no longer lie to.
Silence fell.
But that silence itself became an answer.
A cruel, suffocating confirmation.
Qian Renxue's heart clenched violently, as if an invisible hand was crushing it inch by inch.
Every heartbeat was agony.
Slowly, she turned her empty, shattered gaze toward the woman standing closest to her.
"Mom…"
That word—
That single, trembling word—
—made Bibi Dong's entire body jolt.
Never in this lifetime had Qian Renxue called her "Mom" with such fragility.
With such sincerity.
With such desperation.
"It's… it's not true, right?"
Qian Renxue's voice wavered with the last threads of hope she possessed.
Her final lifeline.
Her last plea before falling into an abyss from which she would never return.
But Bibi Dong only looked at her.
Her amethyst eyes—
cold, mocking, dripping with bitter satisfaction—
snuffed out the last tiny flame of hope in Qian Renxue's heart.
"Hmph."
A disdainful sneer.
And the illusion shattered completely.
"The old man is right."
Bibi Dong spoke with icy clarity, gripping the spider lance tighter.
Her voice carried hatred, resentment, and a vicious pride that chilled the hall.
"That beast was killed by me. I took advantage of his weakness and drove a lance through his heart."
"That moment—"
her eyes gleamed with madness,
"—that feeling… I will remember it for the rest of my life."
"And not only did I kill him—"
Bibi Dong leaned forward slightly, a twisted smile curling her lips.
"—I devoured his soul."
"So that I could break through to Titled Douluo."
Her smile was terrifying.
A morbid joy born from vengeance.
This was the first time in more than twenty years she had ever spoken this truth aloud.
And she said it without shame.
Without hesitation.
Qian Renxue's world didn't just collapse.
It disintegrated.
The impact was far more devastating than learning her father was a beast.
This time—
Her entire existence cracked apart.
Her father—
the man she idolized for twenty years—
was a monster who had destroyed her mother.
And her mother—
the mother she had resented, misunderstood, and unknowingly hurt—
was the one who killed her father.
She had once sworn to kill Tang Hao to avenge her father.
She had once carried that hatred like a sacred mission.
Now?
That mission was nothing but a joke.
A brutal slap across her own face.
Who should she hate?
Her father?
Her mother?
The world?
Herself?
Who was right?
Who was wrong?
What should she do?
There were no answers.
Only a void.
The entire Feng Ran Pavilion had fallen into deathly silence.
Everyone who wasn't from Spirit Hall felt like their souls were sucked clean.
The amount of information was too great—
too terrifying—
far beyond mortal comprehension.
CPUs overheated.
Brains crashed.
Sanity fled.
They sat petrified, breathing yet dead.
Until…
A trembling, bewildered voice finally broke the silence.
Dai Tianfeng.
The Emperor of the Star Luo Empire.
With the last functioning neuron in his head, he croaked:
"Then… what about Tang Hao…?"
"Didn't the continent say he killed the former Supreme Pontiff? Didn't the High Priest pursue him for months?"
The restaurant atmosphere stiffened again.
Gold Crocodile Douluo slowly withdrew his gaze from the mother and daughter.
Then he turned toward Dai Tianfeng—
—with the expression one uses to look at a mentally challenged child.
"Sigh…"
His sigh carried the weight of infinite contempt.
"Just a worthless scapegoat to vent anger on."
"You really think Tang Hao killed Qian Xunji?"
Gold Crocodile snorted.
"If Big Brother truly wanted him dead, you think Tang Hao would still be alive today?"
Dai Tianfeng froze.
Tang Hao—
The peerless Clear Sky Douluo.
The continent-shaking rebel.
The man feared across the land—
Was just a punching bag?!
A random scapegoat for the High Priest to blow off steam?!
Dai Tianfeng's heart stopped, face flushing then paling.
This was too humiliating.
Silence returned.
Not only Dai Tianfeng—
but every Star Luo official
and even Ning Fengzhi and the two Sword/Bone Douluo
fell silent.
Today, they had witnessed a farce, a tragedy, and a secret so horrifying it could shake the continent.
But none of them would ever speak a word.
This was a secret destined to rot inside their stomachs forever.
After they walked out of Feng Ran Pavilion—
They would never mention a single syllable of what happened.
Ever.
Meanwhile, behind the counter—
Lin Feng tilted his head back slightly.
Expression lazy.
Eyes half-lidded.
He was having a very "cordial" discussion with his system.
"Did you find a solution or not?!"
Lin Feng roared internally.
"Ding! Host, please calm down."
The system sounded like it was eating melon seeds.
"It's just a small family quarrel."
"Look—one of them has lost her mind, the other went crazy long ago."
"The roots are rotten. Without new fertilizer, this leek won't grow."
Lin Feng's face twitched violently.
This damned system…
This was downright malicious.
"Fine!" Lin Feng finally snapped.
"I'll do it your way."
Outside, the atmosphere had reached a breaking point.
Bibi Dong's patience had run out.
The veins on her hand bulged as she tightened her grip on the spider lance—
She would strike any second.
But then—
Clap. Clap.
Two crisp claps cut through the suffocating air.
Everyone looked up in shock.
Lin Feng had stood up at some point—
calm, aloof, and utterly uninterested in the chaos around him.
"Excellent."
He spoke casually, his tone almost bored.
"Is the family ethics drama over?"
Bibi Dong froze.
Only now did she remember—
This was Feng Ran Pavilion.
This was the senior's domain.
What had she just done?!
"Senior, forgive my offense!"
She immediately retracted her spider lance as if burned, stepping back in panic and bowing deeply.
But Lin Feng didn't even spare her a glance.
He merely yawned, then swept his gaze toward the dazed Qian Renxue.
"I don't care what hatred you two have."
"But right now—"
"—it's Bibi Dong's lottery time."
"After she draws her prize, you can go die wherever you like."
"Just don't obstruct customers from dining."
"If you affect business—none of you can afford the consequences."
The Star Luo delegation:
(╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻
WHAT?!
Such a massive scandal—
murdering husband, mother-daughter collapse—
and all you care about is…
BUSINESS HOURS?!
Dai Weisi was shaking with frustration.
He nearly shouted:
Senior, wait! We haven't finished watching—!!
But then he glanced at Qian Daoliu's bent pontiff scepter—
Nope.
He shut his mouth tight.
Qian Renxue also slowly shuffled aside on her knees, as if truly terrified of "blocking business."
Lin Feng nodded, satisfied.
Then his gaze shifted back to Bibi Dong.
The mention of the lottery finally returned her to reality.
Her earlier excitement was gone—
but the senior had spoken.
She didn't dare disobey.
A subtle curve emerged at Lin Feng's lips.
"This reward…"
"You should find it… familiar."
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