Lion Douluo's earth-shattering shout struck Qian Daoliu and Posey like a hammer to the skull.
Qian Daoliu's mind went completely blank.
Every sound in the world vanished—
Leaving only the deafening thump-thump-thump of his own pulse.
His feet felt weightless.
His soul was practically drifting among the clouds.
I… succeeded?
I actually won over Xi Xi?!
On the other side, Posey also snapped out of her momentary sincerity, instantly aware of the blazing stares around the room.
Even someone as cold and composed as her felt heat rising on her cheeks.
To make such intimate contact…
In front of an entire restaurant full of Titled Douluo…
In her hundreds of years of life, it was absolutely a first.
She quickly withdrew her jade-like hand, stepped back slightly, and cleared her throat to dispel the dangerously warm atmosphere.
"In any case… starting today, we're colleagues."
"In the future, we will serve Senior together."
Qian Daoliu nodded like a bobblehead, grinning like a three-hundred-jin toddler.
"Y-yes! Serve! Definitely serve!"
Posey glanced at his stupidly happy face and couldn't help rolling her eyes.
Then, fleeing the suffocating atmosphere, she turned and walked quickly toward the entrance—ready to begin her new life as a… security guard.
Seeing her leave, Qian Daoliu's instincts flared.
Stand guard?
Of course it should be done together!
He lifted his foot—
When suddenly—
A violent cough erupted beside his ear.
"Cough! Cough!"
Gold Crocodile Douluo had appeared like a ghost, voice urgent and hushed.
"Big Brother! The lottery!"
"You haven't drawn your prize yet!"
"Don't keep Senior waiting!"
This reminder hit Qian Daoliu like a bucket of ice water.
He froze—then broke into a cold sweat.
Crap!
He was too busy flirting and had actually left their Senior—someone who might very well be a deity—waiting?!
This was the kind of sin that could get him incinerated ten thousand times over!
Qian Daoliu spun around and sprinted back to the counter, stopping abruptly before Lin Feng, bending at a perfect ninety-degree angle.
"Apologies, Senior! Junior lost himself for a moment! I hope Senior can forgive my foolishness!"
Lin Feng waved him off lazily, expression calm.
But inside—
Good grief. Showing off your romance in front of me, a single dog—how infuriating.
Just wait. I'm deducting three grains of rice from your egg fried rice later.
Suppressing the urge to roll his eyes, Lin Feng opened the system reward panel.
[Random Prize Pool Reward: Angel God Soul Shard (Final Piece)]
Sure enough.
He looked at the trembling Qian Daoliu and said lightly:
"Congratulations."
"This time's reward is also an Angel God Soul Shard."
"And—this is the final one."
Qian Daoliu froze.
Angel God… Soul Shard?
Then it hit him—
And an explosion of ecstasy erupted inside him, even fiercer than any before.
The last piece!
It was complete!
The Angel God…
Could be resurrected!
"BOOM—!!"
It wasn't just him.
Every worshiper behind him—Gold Crocodile Douluo, Azure Luan Douluo, Lion Douluo—shot to their feet, trembling violently.
Their eyes burned as if lit by divine fire.
Angel God.
The supreme faith Spirit Hall had worshipped for generations!
For them to personally witness the resurrection of their God—
By Senior's hand, no less—
This was the greatest honor possible in their lifetimes!
Even Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo were flushed with excitement.
If Spirit Hall gained another God…
Their entire faction's influence would skyrocket.
Only Bibi Dong, at her table, reacted differently.
When she heard "Angel God," her slender fingers tightened around her teacup.
A cold, mocking light flickered deep in her amethyst eyes.
Lin Feng flicked his finger.
The shard, shining with holy light, floated before Qian Daoliu.
With trembling hands, Qian Daoliu caught it, as reverent as a pilgrim grasping a divine relic.
"Senior! Thank you, Senior!!"
He could barely speak coherently, bowing again and again.
"I will now return to the Hall of Worship to retrieve the remaining shards—please, Senior, display your divine power and resurrect our God!"
Lin Feng opened his mouth to remind him—
But before he could speak—
Qian Daoliu vanished in a burst of golden light, running even faster than when he'd been fleeing Posey earlier.
Lin Feng's words hung uselessly in the air.
He rubbed his forehead.
The remaining worshipers were practically vibrating, itching to fly out and witness the resurrection themselves.
After a moment, Lin Feng finally turned his head toward the foolishly excited group.
With a strange expression, he asked slowly:
"Does he not know…"
"That resurrecting the Angel God still requires a physical body?"
The entire restaurant went dead silent.
Every worshiper froze where they stood.
The blazing fanaticism on their faces drained away—
Replaced by confusion, dread, and dawning horror.
They stared at each other.
Ah…
Yes.
The soul was complete.
But…
Where would the God be housed?
A complete divine soul was useless without a vessel!
They couldn't possibly ask the Angel God to wander Spirit City in spirit form, could they?!
That wouldn't be a resurrection—
That would be a citywide haunting!
"Pfft—"
A soft, icy laugh drifted from the Supreme Pontiff's table.
Bibi Dong set down her teacup, lips curved into a mocking smile.
"You old fossils have lived over a century, yet can't figure out such a simple truth?"
Her words weren't loud.
But every syllable hit like a knife.
Gold Crocodile Douluo and the others flushed purple-red, too ashamed to speak.
Their excitement had completely short-circuited their minds.
"Cough—cough!"
Gold Crocodile Douluo cleared his throat, trying to salvage the situation.
"This… this is indeed a major issue."
"And the Angel God's new vessel must perfectly match the divine soul… otherwise, unpredictable consequences may occur…"
Lion Douluo slapped his thigh and wailed dramatically:
"Then where in the world do we find one?!"
"This is ten thousand times harder than finding a suitable wife!"
The worshipers began frantically discussing the problem.
But the more they talked, the more hopeless their expressions became.
They suddenly realized—
This "final step"…
Was actually the biggest, steepest pit yet.
Just then—
At the entrance of the restaurant—
Two golden lights flashed.