Happy?
Happy my ass!
Just as Dai Tianfeng was about to open his mouth again—ready to personally greet every ancestor of the Xue family—
A sharp, anxious voice rang out from behind him.
"Your Majesty! Your Majesty, you mustn't!"
An elderly minister of the Star Luo Empire, who had followed Dai Tianfeng here, was drenched in cold sweat, hopping about in panic.
He tried to lean close and whisper advice into Dai Tianfeng's ear, but unfortunately, his height fell tragically short.
Standing on tiptoe, neck stretched to the limit, he could barely reach Dai Tianfeng's waist at best.
He looked like a corgi desperately trying to climb a tree.
Seeing his Emperor's bloodshot eyes and ferocious expression—clearly on the verge of starting a full-blown brawl inside a god's restaurant—
The old minister nearly had a heart attack.
His gaze darted around frantically before locking onto a sturdy wooden stool beside an empty table. His eyes lit up instantly.
Got it!
Throwing all dignity aside, the old minister scrambled over and dragged the heavy stool toward them with grunts and gasps.
Using both hands and feet, he clambered onto the stool, finally reaching the same height as Dai Tianfeng—who was still suspended in mid-air by Devil Bear Douluo.
Grabbing Dai Tianfeng's shoulder, he leaned in close and whispered urgently, his voice trembling with desperation.
"Your Majesty! Calm down! Have you forgotten where we are?"
"This is the senior's shop!"
"You can't fight here!"
"If you anger the senior, you'll be thrown out!"
The moment those words landed, the raging inferno in Dai Tianfeng's chest was doused by a bucket of ice water.
Sizzle.
Extinguished.
That's right.
If he were kicked out, he might never get another chance to enter this place in his entire lifetime.
Compared to that, being mocked by that old bastard Xue Ye was nothing.
In the end, all his fury and resentment condensed into a deeply unwilling snort.
"Hmph! Consider yourself lucky! I won't stoop to your level!"
With a violent flick of his sleeve—trying to shake off every trace of humiliation—Dai Tianfeng struggled twice, broke free from Devil Bear Douluo's grip, and returned to his seat with a livid expression.
Only when the exquisite food entered his mouth did he feel the slightest comfort seep into his heart—one that had been riddled with holes by Xue Ye's words.
As the undisputed victor of this verbal war, Emperor Xue Ye leaned back comfortably in his chair, wearing a smug, villainous grin.
Just then, Hu Liena approached, carrying several steaming dishes, her smile professional and flawless.
"Esteemed guest, all your dishes have arrived."
"Good, good, good!" Emperor Xue Ye replied cheerfully. At this moment, he found everyone pleasing to the eye, and his attitude toward Hu Liena was especially warm.
He picked up his chopsticks, casually grabbed a piece of Mapo Tofu, and placed it into his mouth.
The next instant—
Emperor Xue Ye's wrinkled face froze.
An overwhelming numbing sensation—like countless tiny bolts of lightning—surged through his limbs, making his entire body tremble.
Immediately after, a wave of fiery heat rolled down his throat—intense yet not burning.
Finally, the deep, rich aroma of meat and fermented beans intertwined, forming a peerless symphony that exploded within his soul.
Comfortable!
Unprecedentedly comfortable!
At this moment, Emperor Xue Ye finally understood.
He finally understood why these top-tier powerhouses—people standing at the pinnacle of the continent—would behave like country bumpkins who had never seen the world, fighting tooth and nail over a few dishes.
He even felt that exchanging half his national treasury for such food…
Seemed…
Not that bad?
No!
A huge loss!
Because every last bite went into the stomachs of those damned Spirit Hall bastards!
With grief and indignation fueling his appetite, Emperor Xue Ye abandoned all imperial decorum.
He didn't even have time to savor the flavors—his body moved purely on instinct, chopsticks darting from dish to dish as if possessed.
Though he was an old man with one foot already in the grave, his chopstick speed was so fast it nearly left afterimages across the table.
Prince Xue Xing and Xue Beng stared, dumbfounded.
"Imperial Father…" Xue Beng whispered cautiously.
"Scram!"
Emperor Xue Ye didn't even look up, his mouth stuffed full as he barked indistinctly.
At this moment, he had only one thought.
Eat!
To hell with the treasury, dignity, and that old bastard Dai Tianfeng!
—
Just as this absurd scene of "Emperor Feasting Like a Demon" unfolded within Feng Ran Pavilion—
A figure appeared at the restaurant's entrance.
For the third time.
It was Sea Horse Douluo.
This time, however, he was different.
Though still dripping wet, there was no stench of filth or trash clinging to him.
Clearly, after two humiliating expulsions, he had finally learned to wash himself thoroughly before daring to return.
Standing at the entrance, he surveyed the lively interior, took a deep breath, and his eyes hardened with determination.
For the Great Priest! For Sea God Island!
He charged forward, taking three steps at a time, heading straight for the most conspicuous "security guard's seat."
Under Qian Daoliu's stunned gaze, Posey's calm expression, and the watchful eyes of every diner—
Sea Horse Douluo dropped to his knees with a heavy thud, kneeling squarely before Posey.
"Great Priest!"
His cry was drenched in tears, grief, and unwavering loyalty.
"Please return to Sea God Island with me!"
"Sea God Island cannot survive without you!"
Posey, who had been deeply engrossed in her meal, paused.
She lifted her eyes slightly, glanced at Sea Horse Douluo—who was kneeling and sobbing like a three-hundred-pound child—and faintly furrowed her brows.
Then, as if she hadn't seen him at all, she lowered her head and continued eating, muttering indistinctly.
"I've already said it."
"This Seat is here to capture the traitor, Sea Witch."
"Until that's done, I'm busy."
Hearing that familiar excuse once again, Sea Horse Douluo's composure completely collapsed.
He was genuinely on the verge of tears.
"Great Priest! No one believes that excuse anymore!"
"Sea Witch—she… she simply—"
Before he could finish—
Posey moved.
Faster than lightning.
Before Qian Daoliu could even react, she snatched the spoon from his hand!
Qian Daoliu: "?"
Xi Xi… why are you taking my spoon?
In the next instant, Posey scooped a massive spoonful of golden, glistening egg fried rice from his bowl.
Without sparing the petrified old man even a glance, she forcefully shoved the steaming spoonful straight into Sea Horse Douluo's still-wailing mouth.
"Mmph!"
Caught off guard by the sudden, piping-hot invasion, all of Sea Horse Douluo's grief was instantly choked back.
Almost reflexively, he chewed.
Once.
Twice.
And then—
The transformation was immediate.
In the span of two seconds, his eyes shifted—
From confusion to curiosity.
From astonishment to shock.
Finally, to complete fanaticism.
Utter intoxication.
Conquered by supreme deliciousness.
"Mmmph—!!!"
A muffled groan of overwhelming pleasure escaped uncontrollably from deep within his throat.
At that very moment—
At another table—
A figure slowly stood up…
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