The bloodstained, swollen face lifted from the ground belonged to the Emperor.
The sharp, calculating expression twisted in shock belonged to the Duke.
Yet at this moment—
The two shared the same expression:
Stunned.
Confused.
Completely dumbfounded.
Both swallowed a mouthful of cold, sticky fear.
One was the Emperor of Star Luo—stuck at Rank 89 Spirit Douluo for half a lifetime, trapped at the final step before Titled Douluo.
The other, Duke Zhu Chenfei, had lingered at the peak of Rank 88 for years, burning through countless rare resources, yet unable to break past his bottleneck.
And now—
Before their eyes was a sapling.
A plain, ordinary-looking sapling.
Yet it had caused eighteen Titled Douluo to nearly lose control and drool with desire.
That sapling had just proven—
It was the golden ticket to their lifelong dream.
Titled Douluo.
And beyond.
For a moment, the two Star Luo elders felt so sour with envy they could barely breathe.
Meanwhile, Chrysanthemum Douluo was so happy he felt like he was ascending.
He wasn't kneeling on cold floor tiles anymore.
He was floating on clouds.
Every word Senior spoke was heavenly music.
Enlightenment tea tree.
Even without Lin Feng's explanation, Yue Guan knew—
This thing was worth more than every so-called immortal herb on the entire Douluo Continent put together.
And he, of all people, adored rare plants to the point of obsession.
Even ignoring its heaven-defying effects, the mere fact that it came from—
another world,
possibly Senior's homeland—
was enough to make his soul tremble with reverence.
He crawled two steps forward, raising his hands high, palms shaking violently.
"Thank you, Senior, for granting this divine object! Even if Yue Guan turns to dust, he will never let it suffer harm!"
Lin Feng nodded and gently placed the sapling in Yue Guan's hands.
The moment they touched—
Boom—!
A warm current surged through Chrysanthemum Douluo's entire body.
His spirit origin—which had just been repaired by the senzu bean—instantly stabilized and strengthened.
Then—
A vision flashed across his mind.
A chrysanthemum blooming in the void—
each petal containing a profound truth.
Though fleeting, that glimpse alone elevated his understanding of his Spirit to an entirely new level.
Holding the sapling like a newborn child, Yue Guan retreated step by step, turning back three times with each step.
Ghost Douluo flushed with excitement, hands trembling as he hovered beside him.
"Old Ghost—feel it!"
Yue Guan generously offered the sapling forward.
Immediately—
All Titled Douluo swarmed around like hungry chicks.
Devil Bear Douluo stuck his giant head in first and took a mighty sniff.
"OH!"
His pupils dilated.
"I—! I think my brain got clearer!"
Sword Douluo and Ning Fengzhi exchanged a look.
Both saw naked fear and yearning in the other's eyes.
Ning Fengzhi's mind roared:
If my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan had this…
a true Divinity could absolutely be born!
And Sword Douluo…
From that Dao charm, he could faintly sense a resonance with the Nine Solitary Swords.
As if the door to a higher realm had cracked open.
Gold Crocodile Douluo stared at Lin Feng, his heart blazing:
Senior is setting a standard.
Loyalty in exchange for miracles.
As long as we are loyal enough—
Senior can pave our path all the way to Godhood!
Everyone's breathing grew heavy, dozens of thoughts racing in their minds.
At that moment—
Lin Feng finally shifted his gaze.
From Yue Guan—
To the Emperor kneeling on the ground.
Dai Tianfeng felt his spine lock.
Anus tighten.
Blood freeze.
This was it.
He slammed his head onto the floor with all his strength.
THUD!
"Sinner Dai Tianfeng, for my rebellious son's offense against Lord Deity… I come to apologize!"
This time there was no nervousness.
Only trembling reverence.
And burning desire.
Because he had seen it with his own eyes.
The road to Titled Douluo.
The road to Godhood.
If he could obtain even a sliver of Senior's blessing…
Titled Douluo would be within arm's reach.
However—
Lin Feng didn't even spare him a glance.
He simply opened his mouth slightly.
Hu Liena immediately lifted a purple jade grape and fed it into his mouth.
Lin Feng chewed lazily.
"Mn."
Just that one nasal sound.
And Dai Tianfeng felt as if he had received divine forgiveness.
He raised his bruised face, panic turning into desperate hope, and signaled to Zhu Chenfei.
Zhu Chenfei rushed forward and opened a massive embroidered bundle.
Dozens of storage soul tools clattered out.
"Lord Deity!" Dai Tianfeng said with utmost humility.
"This is half of my Empire's treasury, along with ten thousand catties of rare metals—deep sea sunken silver, meteorite iron from the heavens—everything is contained within!"
Lin Feng didn't even blink.
Hu Liena fed him another grape.
He felt like laughing inside.
Treasury?
If it didn't convert into points—
It was garbage.
Useless.
Dai Tianfeng froze.
But forced a wider fawning grin instead.
He knew a Divinity would naturally disdain mortal treasures.
He gritted his teeth, took out two jade boxes, and opened them.
Boom—!
Two streaks of light shot upward, filling the pavilion with surging spirit power.
Two hundred-thousand-year soul bones!
A perfect pair of arm bones!
"HISS—!"
Even Gold Crocodile Douluo gasped.
The Star Luo Empire actually had such heritage?!
But after what they'd just witnessed…
After seeing the Enlightenment Tea Tree…
Even such treasures felt…
Depreciated.
Marked down.
On clearance sale.
"Lord Deity," Dai Tianfeng's voice trembled with pleading.
"My Empire is poor and humble. We truly have nothing better…"
"These are ancestral treasures passed down from the founding Emperor and Empress. Today, I humbly offer them to Your Excellency. I beg Lord Deity to accept them!"
He pressed his head to the ground again.
Cold sweat drenched his robe.
Please accept them…
Please accept them…
Please…
Finally, after finishing a third grape—
Lin Feng casually lifted his hand.
The soul bones floated into his grasp.
Dai Tianfeng's eyes brightened.
Everyone held their breath.
And then—
Lin Feng didn't even look at them.
With a flick of his wrist—
He tossed the soul bones backward.
One to Zhu Zhuyun.
The other to Zhu Zhuqing.
His movements were so casual, so effortless—
As if tossing two pebbles.
"I see you two have been working hard lately."
"Treat them as your employee benefits."
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