"Familiar?"
Bibi Dong froze.
Her amethyst eyes flickered in confusion.
Why would Senior say that?
What in her life had ever been "familiar" except pain, hatred, and endless darkness?
Lin Feng looked at her expression—
one that clearly showed her mental processor was overheating again—
He cleared his throat.
Under everyone's bewildered gazes, he slowly announced:
"Your reward is…"
"A brand-new body."
BOOM!
If Qian Xunji's death was a bombshell—
Then Lin Feng's words were a full-scale nuclear detonation inside Feng Ran Pavilion!
Dai Tianfeng shot to his feet, mouth wide open like an electrocuted toad.
The entire Star Luo delegation turned into statues, their minds wiped clean.
A new body?!
Reshaping flesh?!
This wasn't "power" anymore—
this was divine creation!
Even a rank 99 Super Douluo would die the moment their body was destroyed.
But here… this senior casually handed out a resurrection-grade miracle?!
Their scalps tingled, knees weakened, and souls trembled.
Respect?
No.
This was reverence bordering on worship.
Qian Renxue, still kneeling, violently trembled.
She subconsciously forgot everything about her father…
and slowly lifted her head.
Her previously lifeless golden eyes suddenly shone with a faint, trembling light—
as if starlight had breached a storm-torn night sky.
A new body…
If her mother truly received a new body…
Would that mean she could finally escape her past?
Would her own existence—the "proof of sin"—no longer be a thorn?
Would that deep hatred… begin to fade?
A tiny sprout of hope quietly emerged in the desert of her heart.
And Bibi Dong—
The core of the storm—
She was completely stunned.
The entire world around her fell silent.
A new… body?
A way to discard this filthy body she had loathed for more than twenty years?
A body that forced her to relive her humiliation every waking moment?
It felt like she had been drowning for decades, sinking deeper into despair…
…and suddenly someone pulled her from the abyss and offered her her first breath of air.
"Drip."
A warm drop fell onto her hand.
She raised it in a daze—
Only to find tears endlessly falling down her face.
Not tears of pain.
But tears of liberation.
Tears of rebirth.
She wanted to laugh—
to scream—
to kneel—
to thank—
to live.
With this new body, she could finally sever the past.
She could start over.
She could—
Her eyes drifted uncontrollably toward Lin Feng.
Burning, fervent, almost worshipful.
She could even… just like Hu Liena and Zhuqing…
Stand beside him—
in her purest, most perfect form.
To pursue the "happiness" she had long buried in her heart.
"Cough. Cough."
Lin Feng felt profoundly uncomfortable at her… overly passionate stare.
He quickly coughed twice.
"Don't be happy too soon."
He paused—
Then, with malicious timing, added:
"This body is like the Spirit last time."
"The rough draft needs to be sculpted by yourself."
The moment these words fell—
"PFFT—!!"
Devil Bear Douluo, who had just taken a sip of tea to calm his nerves,
spat it directly into Ghost Douluo's face.
But Ghost Douluo didn't react.
Because his entire face had already turned green.
Not just him.
Aside from Qian Daoliu—
every Spirit Hall Titled Douluo instantly exhibited collective PTSD.
The memory rampaged through their minds—
those two shiny, wriggling prehistoric "giant fat maggots."
Their faces turned purplish-black.
Some trembled.
Some gagged.
Some blanked out.
Devil Bear Douluo clutched his head, groaning:
"Dammit… the trauma… it's coming back…"
Spirit Kite Douluo shrieked:
"Shut up! Don't remind me! Urgh—!"
They would rather solo a hundred-thousand-year beast right now than suffer another round of mental pollution.
Meanwhile—
Bibi Dong's smile froze.
"Sculpt…? Again?!"
She looked at her hands.
These hands could command Spirit Hall.
They could wield deadly spider lances.
But sculpting?
Absolutely not.
Even the thought made her scalp numb.
If she sculpted her own body…
She genuinely feared ending up as a "giant humanoid fat maggot."
Death would be better.
"Senior…"
Bibi Dong's voice trembled and cracked.
She looked at Lin Feng pitifully, almost clutching his sleeve.
"Can you… perhaps…"
She twisted her fingers anxiously.
"…help… like last time?"
Are you kidding?
Let her sculpt it herself?
She might as well dig a grave now.
But today, Lin Feng was merciless.
He crossed his arms and leaned lazily against the counter.
"No."
The refusal was crisp and clean.
"I do not assist people who refuse to try."
"And this is your body. If you don't care about it, do you expect others to?"
Bibi Dong almost collapsed on the spot.
Her newly gained hope wavered.
Was her long-awaited new life going to die in her hands?!
Seeing her trembling like a kicked puppy, Lin Feng finally added:
"However… considering your special situation—"
"After you finish the rough draft, I'll help refine and beautify it."
"To ensure the final product meets basic aesthetic standards."
!!!
This was a roller coaster from hell to heaven!
Bibi Dong's despair evaporated instantly.
"Thank you, Senior! I will give it my all!"
As long as it could be refined—
even if she sculpted a stick figure, he could turn it into a Venus!
Lin Feng said nothing more.
He lifted his hand—
"Buzz—"
A ripple spread through space.
A large block of golden, softly glowing "clay" appeared before her.
It was like a cube of pure white jade, radiating dense life essence.
"This is Creation Shaping Clay," Lin Feng said calmly.
"Formed from primordial matter at the beginning of the world."
"This amount is more than enough to sculpt a perfect body."
"When it's done, I will assist with soul transmigration."
Bibi Dong's heart trembled with awe.
This was her rebirth.
Her freedom.
Her future.
She rolled up her sleeves, determined—
But just as she was about to begin—
"Wait."
Lin Feng called out.
Bibi Dong froze.
"Does Senior have additional instructions?"
Lin Feng's expression turned… strange.
A rare hint of embarrassment appeared on his usually stoic face.
He glanced around—
everyone was eavesdropping with big ears and wide eyes.
He frowned, then crooked a finger.
"Come closer."
She obediently approached.
Closer.
Closer.
Until their breaths almost mingled.
Lin Feng lowered his voice to a whisper only she could hear:
"Remember—this is different from sculpting a Spirit."
"You're creating a complete human body."
"So when you sculpt… be thorough."
Bibi Dong blinked.
"Thorough?"
Lin Feng maintained his masterly air with difficulty.
"It's not just the outside."
"Some… internal structures…"
"And the areas covered by clothes…"
"…don't forget those either."
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