The moment Bibi Dong's shy, trembling voice drifted out—
Spirit Hall's Titled Douluo instantly turned green.
Those two pale-white, glistening, still-wriggling prehistoric fat maggots—
that ultimate psychological trauma—
crawled out of their nightmares and marched across their minds again.
"Uuughh—!"
No one knew who started retching first, but the sound instantly spread like a tragic chorus.
Gold Crocodile Douluo reacted the fastest—
this old man, despite being ancient, slid under the table like a veteran survivor.
Ghost Douluo was even more dramatic—half his body merged directly into the wall's shadow.
"I'm not here… you can't see me… you can't see me…"
Devil Bear Douluo and Tuoba Xi, two towering brutes, were now hugging each other, trembling, closing their eyes so tightly they looked like traumatized children.
This bunch of "elite" Titled Douluo—
Ning Fengzhi and Dai Tianfeng stared, faces twitching.
Are Spirit Hall's Titled Douluo… psychologically stable?
Lin Feng ignored the collective meltdown.
He nodded lightly at Bibi Dong, signaling her to take the item out.
But—
Her face turned crimson in an instant—
so red it could fry an egg.
She twisted the hem of her dress nervously, her gaze darting everywhere except at Lin Feng.
"H-here…? R-right now…?"
Her voice was so soft it practically evaporated in the air.
"With so many people watching… i-isn't that… not good…?"
Lin Feng froze for half a second.
Then he instantly understood.
Right.
He had repeatedly reminded her that when crafting a body, she mustn't forget certain "details."
And now she had—
in full view of a hall full of elder men—
prepared to take out a "naked" clay model modeled after herself.
…
Yes.
This was indeed a bit humanly impossible.
"Come with me."
Lin Feng didn't explain.
He turned and walked upstairs.
Bibi Dong practically sprang after him, lifting her skirt as she nearly galloped up the stairs, terrified Lin Feng might change his mind and ask her to unwrap "it" in front of the audience after all.
Only after their figures disappeared upstairs did the hall collectively exhale.
Gold Crocodile Douluo crawled out, brushing dust off his clothes and patting his chest.
"Good heavens—! I thought I was going to be mentally annihilated again!"
Zhu Zhuqing also let out a breath—
Only for a fragrant breeze to suddenly brush past her.
Bang!
Hu Liena had slammed one hand onto the wall beside Zhu Zhuqing's head, performing a picture-perfect kabedon, trapping her in the corner.
She leaned in, fox-like eyes dangerously close, her breath warm against Zhu Zhuqing's cheek.
She could feel the immense changes inside Zhu Zhuqing's body—her spirit power, her vitality, her aura had all skyrocketed.
Hu Liena's eyes burned with jealousy.
Her fingertip lightly traced Zhu Zhuqing's tense, delicate cheek.
"Kitten," she whispered seductively.
"Tell me the truth."
"Last night… did Senior love you?"
Her voice dropped another octave.
"What position does Senior enjoy?"
"Did it… hurt?"
"Or was it… very comfortable…?"
Zhu Zhuqing's entire face exploded red on the spot.
Second Floor – Lin Feng's Room
Bibi Dong followed Lin Feng inside, her heartbeat thundering like a war drum.
This was it!
Despite her nervous appearance, her eyes were wandering frantically, taking in every inch of the room.
Minimalist layout.
Calm lighting.
A faint, clean scent unique to Senior lingered everywhere.
One day…
She clenched her fists.
One day she would sleep in this bed.
With him.
"Take it out," Lin Feng said calmly, interrupting her fantasies.
"Ah—oh!"
Bibi Dong fumbled, blushing, and pulled out a large black-cloth bundle from her spirit tool.
"S-Senior… I-I'm not very skilled…"
"It… might not look very good… please… mentally prepare yourself…"
Lin Feng's eyelid twitched.
Given her previous "masterpiece,"
where she turned a Spider Emperor into two colossal prehistoric maggots…
His expectations were already at rock bottom.
He lifted the cloth.
Then—
silence.
Lin Feng stared.
He stared for a long, long moment.
It was… technically… a human-shaped object.
But only technically.
One long leg.
One short leg.
Both bow-legged.
One arm thick like a tree trunk.
One arm thin like a chopstick.
The facial features looked like someone scribbled five dots randomly with a stick.
The body proportions were distorted beyond mortal comprehension—an avant-garde masterpiece.
Picasso would take a cigarette, pat her shoulder, and whisper:
"Sister, even I wouldn't dare draw this."
Lin Feng's gaze moved downward—
Specifically to the "detail" he had emphasized to her multiple times.
Upper chest:
One big.
One small.
At least present.
Barely acceptable.
He continued looking lower—
And then—
His soul left his body.
What was that?
A… seam?
No.
A jagged, crude, horrifying… knife scar?
The edges were rough and uneven.
As if someone—
Not delicately sculpted it—
But grabbed a fruit knife, gritted their teeth, and gouged it out in one swipe.
Lin Feng slowly turned his head.
Bibi Dong was covering her face, neck red, desperately wanting to die on the spot.
He really wanted to ask:
"What grudge do you have against yourself?"
But considering last time she created prehistoric dual-gendered maggots using him as the reference…
This time, producing a "human-ish" shape was… progress.
He coughed lightly and began his critique with professional calm.
"The basic structure… is intact."
"The proportions… are rather expressive."
"The curves… extremely abstract."
Bibi Dong trembled like a leaf in a storm.
It's over.
Senior must think she's hopeless…
Lin Feng walked around the "abstract body" once, then sighed.
Time for salvage work.
He raised his hands.
Bibi Dong froze.
Lin Feng's fingers touched the clay waist, adjusting the nonexistent curves.
A tingling sensation traveled up her real waist.
Then his palm corrected the mismatched chest proportions.
Bibi Dong's breathing quickened instantly.
She felt her whole body heating up, turning limp, her strength leaving her.
When Lin Feng finally lowered his gaze—
And reached toward that horrifying "knife-scar"—
his fingers gently probing—
Bibi Dong couldn't endure anymore.
She covered her face, letting out an involuntary whimper.
Just as Lin Feng was fully absorbed in reshaping and rescuing Bibi Dong's "future body"—
an unexpected figure quietly stepped into Feng Ran Pavilion downstairs…