At the end of everyone's line of sight stood the most eye-catching beauty among the Spirit Hall Elders—
Spirit Kite Douluo.
At this moment…
She was hugging a glistening, sizzling, golden roasted pig trotter.
And gnawing on it.
Vigorously.
Half her gorgeous face was covered in glossy sauce, making her look like a battle-hardened gourmet warrior.
When she noticed the unnatural silence and the dozens of eyes staring her way, Spirit Kite Douluo paused mid-bite.
Then—
Almost with survival-instinct reflexes—
She hugged the half-eaten pig trotter tightly to her chest, as if shielding a newborn child.
With full vigilance, she swept her gaze around the room, especially glaring at Tuoba Xi, who was closest to her.
"What are you all looking at?!"
"If you want to eat, order your own tomorrow!"
"This is my last one—anyone tries to snatch it, and I'll fight to the death!"
Tuoba Xi's eyelids twitched wildly.
He immediately took three steps back, personally demonstrating the attitude of:
"I don't know this woman. Never seen her in my life."
Damn it.
How had he ended up sharing the same faction as this bottomless-pit glutton?
Mortifying!
Gold Crocodile Douluo's face darkened like storm clouds.
Sure enough…
This woman's brain was physically incapable of storing anything except "food."
As for romance?
Ha.
Don't even mention being on the same wavelength as Her Excellency the Supreme Pontiff—
Spirit Kite Douluo wasn't even on the same planet.
Meanwhile, the other protagonist of today's disaster, Bibi Dong, had stopped on the final stair after Yu Xiaogang's so-called "shocking accusation" echoed through the hall.
But instead of exploding immediately…
She paused.
And—very sneakily—peeked at Lin Feng.
Lin Feng didn't even look at Yu Xiaogang.
His expression remained serene, calm, almost bored.
As if Yu Xiaogang's barking wasn't even worth a wrinkle in his sleeve.
Somewhere deep inside, Bibi Dong felt a tiny flicker of disappointment.
But she quickly recovered.
Because honestly…
She wasn't even that angry about Yu Xiaogang's "slandering" just now.
Saying she threw herself at Senior?
Correct.
She liked Senior.
Admired Senior.
Was willing to offer him everything.
What was there to hide?
Saying she and Lin Feng might've been doing indecent things upstairs?
Ahem…
Well.
Wasn't that exactly the scene she'd fantasized about for years?
The entire first floor eating peacefully…
While she and Senior were upstairs, on the bed—
Doing…
Doing…
"Guh hehe…"
The moment the thought crossed her mind, Bibi Dong's cheeks flushed crimson, her lips curved into an idiotic smile, and she almost drooled.
Of course, fantasies aside—
There were two words Yu Xiaogang used that she would absolutely not tolerate.
"Senior."
Bibi Dong stood before Lin Feng, head slightly tilted upward, her youthful face gleaming with a sweet, obedient softness.
"He's too noisy. He's disturbing everyone's meal."
"Can I… beat him?"
Lin Feng's teacup paused slightly.
He glanced at Yu Xiaogang—currently a swollen Pig Head—then answered flatly:
"Yu Xiaogang is not a guest of this establishment."
——
The meaning was crystal clear:
Do as you please.
——
Bibi Dong's amethyst eyes lit up with murderous delight.
She immediately searched her spirit tool for the beloved Pope's scepter she used for smacking heads—
But after rummaging for several seconds, her expression stiffened.
…Oh right.
She'd thrown it at Qian Daoliu yesterday.
"Tsk."
She puffed her cheeks in annoyance.
She'd definitely make that old man return it later. That thing felt amazing for beating people.
The next moment—
A purple shadow flashed across the hall.
Before anyone could react—
Bang!!
Bibi Dong's long, beautiful leg—wrapped in eternal black silk—slammed into Yu Xiaogang's stomach with the force of divine punishment.
"GRAHH—!"
Yu Xiaogang shot across the floor like a broken sack, rolled several times, and curled up clutching his gut like a boiled shrimp.
"You…"
He struggled to lift his head, looking at the approaching Bibi Dong with disbelief.
She actually… hit him again!
But just as everyone thought she'd crush his skull with the next strike—
Bibi Dong stopped three steps away.
Her gaze was cold. Detached. Absolute.
Killing him instantly?
That would be far too merciful.
She withdrew her gaze and turned toward Ghost Leopard Douluo, who had been watching the show with great interest.
"Ghost Leopard."
"Your subordinate is here!"
"Pass down a decree."
Her voice was chilled steel.
"Tomorrow at noon, in the central square of Spirit City, I will expose the true face of this so-called 'Grandmaster' before all citizens and the entire Spirit Master world."
Silence.
Then—
Yu Xiaogang's eyes widened in horror.
His face turned chalk white, even through the swelling.
"Bibi Dong! You—you can't do this!!"
Bibi Dong's lips curled into a cold, graceful arc.
"Why not?"
"It's time everyone learned how those Spirit theories you're so proud of actually came into existence."
How they came into existence?
Naturally—
Because Yu Xiaogang stole them from the Spirit Hall's library back then.
While using her affection for him.
Every Spirit Hall senior present knew this.
His "Grandmaster" fame?
All of it was manufactured by the doe-eyed, love-struck Holy Maiden Bibi Dong of the past.
Hearing her words, Yu Xiaogang felt the last pillar of his world collapse.
His greatest shame was stagnating at level 29.
But his greatest pride—
the reputation of "Grandmaster"—
If that collapsed…
He'd become a laughingstock.
A fraud.
A plagiarist.
Ruined forever.
"No—NO! I won't let you!"
Mad with fear, Yu Xiaogang clawed at the ground, dragging himself up with both hands, lunging desperately toward Bibi Dong.
But as soon as he got close—
Bang!
Bibi Dong's second kick landed squarely on his chest.
"PUHH—!!"
He spat a mouthful of old blood and collapsed again, completely unable to move.
Bibi Dong didn't even glance at him.
She turned back to Ghost Leopard Douluo.
"One more task."
"Notify the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect."
"Tell them—Yu Xiaogang attempted to assassinate the Supreme Pontiff of Spirit Hall."
"A crime beyond forgiveness."
"Let them prepare appropriate compensation."