"BIBI DONG!!"
"Come out here!!"
"Give me an explanation!!!"
The roar was explosive—bright, penetrating, one breath loud enough to overshadow the entire noisy hall where factions were arguing like a vegetable market.
Everyone turned.
Standing at the entrance was a man with disheveled hair, a swollen face full of rage, and eyes filled with venom—
Yu Xiaogang.
He had snuck out during the guards' shift change, his mind having finally made a "breakthrough" last night.
When Bibi Dong had beaten him half to death while desperately defending that "hairy little brat," he suddenly understood—
She betrayed him again!!
That kid from Feng Ran Pavilion had definitely stolen her heart!
She beat him because of her new lover!
The betrayal of twenty years ago was repeating itself, tearing his sanity apart.
Good.
Very good, Bibi Dong.
For that young pretty face, you actually dared to treat me like this?!
Twenty years ago, you betrayed me for power.
Twenty years later, you humiliate me again for a man!
His heart bled; he felt like the whole world owed him something.
He, Yu Xiaogang, was the greatest victim under heaven!
Today—
Either Bibi Dong apologizes on her knees and orders that little white face to help fix his broken Spirit, break his shackles, and help him finally become a true Grandmaster—
Or she could wait for the world to laugh at her!
"Yu Xiaogang?"
Ghost Douluo blinked under his hood.
He nudged Chrysanthemum Douluo. "When did that failure come to Spirit City?"
He'd been out the past two days "digging for potted plants," so he wasn't aware of anything that happened.
Chrysanthemum Douluo rolled his eyes with a flick of his orchid finger.
"Who knows. He probably crawled here to beg Her Holiness again. What terrible luck."
Golden Crocodile Douluo didn't even bother to look.
"Ignore him. He's useless. Continue."
He cleared his throat, turned back to Bone Douluo, and howled:
"I don't care! The Mysterious Heaven Skill belongs to Spirit Hall—we're taking sixty percent! Not a single point less!"
Yu Xiaogang trembled with rage seeing everyone ignore him.
He opened his mouth, preparing to deliver a tragic monologue about betrayal and righteousness—
Only to suddenly see a blur shooting toward him.
Dai Tianfeng.
The Emperor of Star Luo—
who had been suppressed by both Spirit Hall and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School and was full of pent-up rage.
A punching bag delivered to the door?
How could he resist?
PA!!!
A slap so loud it silenced the entire hall.
Yu Xiaogang spun twice in the air like a cheap windmill before crashing to the ground.
Stars exploded before his eyes; his ears rang.
A metallic taste filled his mouth—
several blood-streaked teeth traced tragic arcs across the floor.
Dazed, he held his swollen cheek and looked up.
Dai Tianfeng was shaking his numb palm, his face full of satisfaction.
He looked down with utter impatience:
"What are you screaming for?!"
Yu Xiaogang: "I—I—"
PA!! PA!!
Before he could finish, Dai Tianfeng slapped him twice more, Spirit-Hall-style.
"You dare talk back?!"
"I'll teach you to talk back!!"
"Come on—talk back again!"
Slaps filled the whole building.
Yu Xiaogang's miserable screams rose and fell like a tragic love song.
Meanwhile, upstairs…
Bibi Dong heard nothing.
Even if she had, she wouldn't care in the slightest.
Because right now—
She was about to be reborn.
Everything that once imprisoned her—pain, humiliation, past scars—
would be left behind with her old shell.
To her, Yu Xiaogang wasn't even dust under her feet.
Under Lin Feng's hands—carrying the power of creation—
the previous "post-modern abstract clay monster" underwent a complete transformation.
It became—
A perfect body.
Youthful.
Vibrant.
Beautifully proportioned, every curve sculpted with precision, flawless from head to toe.
The face was her own eighteen-year-old self—
pure, bright, brimming with innocent dreams.
Bibi Dong stared, eyes wide, unable to breathe.
That was her.
The her she once should've been.
Lin Feng withdrew his hands, admiring his work, and nodded.
"Prepare yourself. I'm about to transfer your soul into the new body."
Her delicate frame trembled; she nodded hard.
She took a deep breath, suppressed her excitement, lay down on the bed next to the new body.
Two bodies—
one old, one new—
one fading, one awaiting rebirth.
The passing of eras.
Lin Feng silently activated the system.
"System, get to work."
[Ding! Soul transfer service costs 10,000 gourmet points.
Detecting that user Bibi Dong is currently this shop's only VIP monthly member (temporarily revoked), this service is free.]
Then the system's tone changed.
[Friendly reminder: Host, control yourself. No touching.
This system has activated full-angle, no-dead-end ultra-clear recording.
To prevent you from denying anything afterward.]
Lin Feng almost choked on air.
Take advantage?
ME??
He sneered inwardly.
A creator… admiring his masterpiece… is called taking advantage?
This body—
Every curve, every inch of skin, every delicate line, every secret detail—
was personally sculpted by him!
This was pure artistry!
And now—
FULL RECORDING?!
Lin Feng took a deep breath and roared silently in his heart:
"Turn the resolution to MAX!"
"I want to appreciate later how my miraculous art was born—
under the surveillance of a system with the aesthetic taste of a potato!"
Ignoring the system's nagging, Lin Feng gently pressed his index finger onto Bibi Dong's smooth forehead.
The instant his finger touched her skin—
Bibi Dong felt her whole body lighten.
The world seemed to lose its weight…
And everything began to fade.