Sea Witch's heart-piercing scream finally snapped Bo Saixi out of her internal struggle.
She looked up—
Just in time to see Sea Witch launch herself like a human cannonball, sprinting toward Qian Daoliu with the ferocity of someone fighting for their last moments of life, not just food.
Her goal:
The jade bowl in Qian Daoliu's hand—of which he had already eaten more than half.
But reality is cruel, and appetite cannot bridge the gulf between Titled Douluo and Peerless Douluo.
Facing Sea Witch's "hungry tiger pounce," Qian Daoliu didn't even look up.
He simply raised a hand—almost lazily—and punched forward.
Bang!
Sea Witch froze mid-air, then crashed face-first onto the pristine temple floor.
She lay sprawled out, twitching, a large lump quickly swelling on her forehead.
Qian Daoliu casually blew on his fist, as if clearing away imaginary dust.
Only then did he tilt his head, look at the dazed, rolling-eyed Sea Witch, and utter words dripping with provocation:
"You think this old man is some vegetarian pushover?"
"I only can't beat Xi Xi because I can't bear to hurt her. You? What are you in comparison?"
After delivering this boast, he proudly turned away and continued devouring the egg fried rice, letting out blissful "slurp" noises.
But even that wasn't enough to break Sea Witch's determination.
Despite twitching on the floor, she forced herself upright, wobbling like a newborn deer, but her eyes were still locked onto the bowl with feral obsession.
Qian Daoliu paused mid-bite and narrowed his eyes.
"What? Still want to taste this old man's fist?"
But this time, Sea Witch abandoned brute force entirely.
She employed—
Ultimate Secret Technique: Cuteness Attack.
She lifted her empty bowl with both hands.
Her large, watery eyes shimmered with tears.
Her lip trembled.
Her swollen forehead only made her more pitiful.
"High Priest…"
Her voice was soft, syrupy, tinged with a tiny sob.
"Just one more bite… just one…"
If any man from the Seven Sacred Pillars were here, they would've surrendered their soul, much less leftover rice.
But Qian Daoliu?
This was a fanatic of egg fried rice.
An "Egg Fried Rice Saint" recognized by Lin Feng himself.
In front of fried rice, even Bo Saixi had to stand aside—let alone a cute Sea Witch.
Qian Daoliu simply rolled his eyes and turned his body away.
Not only did he ignore her—
He ate louder.
His movements screamed four words:
Don't even think about it.
Sea Witch's eyes dimmed.
But then she caught sight of something—
Something that reignited hope:
Bo Saixi.
More accurately—
The jade bowl in Bo Saixi's hand.
Containing roughly twenty grains of rice.
Sea Witch's predatory gaze locked onto it instantly.
Bo Saixi's fingers tightened instinctively around the bowl.
"Lord Posey…" Sea Witch's voice drifted over, tinged with gentle seduction.
"You clearly don't care for such crude food. It's cold, tough, surely beneath your noble palate…"
"If so… allow your subordinate to help you dispose of it!"
Before Bo Saixi could speak—
Sea Witch used her signature move again.
She launched herself toward Bo Saixi's bowl!
Only to—
Thump!
Face-plant into the edge of the table.
Tears sprang to her eyes as she turned her head.
Bo Saixi had already stood up, moving with elegant speed, the jade bowl lifted high and safely out of reach.
"Lord Posey…?" Sea Witch covered her reddened nose, utterly confused.
Bo Saixi froze.
A faint blush crept across her flawless face.
…What had she just done?
She—
She had dodged?
Her rationality screamed:
Posey, put the bowl down!
Wake up!
It's leftover fried rice! LEFTOVERS!
Give it to her! Quickly!
You are the High Priestess of the Sea God! Are you really wrestling your subordinate over a single mouthful of cold rice?!
Where will the dignity of Sea God Island go? Where will the Sea God's face go?
But the body…
The body was far more honest.
Bo Saixi grit her teeth, turned her face away, and extended the bowl forward stiffly.
"Take it."
Her tone was cold, aloof—
The exact tone of someone giving away unwanted leftovers.
Sea Witch's eyes lit up.
She reached with both hands and pulled fiercely—
But the bowl didn't move.
No matter how hard she pulled, it didn't budge.
Her small face turned red.
"Lord Posey… please let go!"
Thus the temple witnessed a ridiculous scene:
A tiny jade bowl became the center of a dramatic tug-of-war.
One side:
Sea Witch, pulling with all her might, on the verge of tears.
The other:
Bo Saixi, the noble High Priestess, holding the bowl with one hand—
Expression calm, aloof, dignified—
Hand strength: absurdly terrifying.
Sea Witch couldn't move it at all.
Then—
A flash of inspiration!
Sea Witch abruptly stopped pulling.
She lowered her head—
Opened her mouth—
And lunged directly toward the rice itself!
Bo Saixi was shocked.
Her body reacted instinctively—she yanked the bowl back.
But she forgot—
Sea Witch still held the other side!
Within that moment of panic—
Her spirit power faltered—
And—
CRACK—!
A crisp, heartbreaking sound echoed through the grand hall.
The fragile jade bowl…
Finally reached the end of its lifespan.
"CRACK—!"