Posey's righteous, impassioned declaration—filled with self-sacrifice and false nobility—echoed dramatically at the entrance of Feng Ran Pavilion.
She spoke loudly.
A little too loudly.
So loudly that everyone inside, who had been shamelessly eavesdropping, heard every word with perfect clarity.
Dozens of gazes immediately shifted toward the tall, elegant woman whose back radiated divine coldness and regal composure.
Those gazes were unified in expression:
Pure disdain.
Lie.
Keep lying.
You almost fooled us for half a second there, but your "I cry for the world" expression is too realistic.
If you really came here to catch a traitor, we'll eat this entire table on the spot.
Everyone's hearts silently complained, while their eyes shifted sympathetically toward the dust-covered Seahorse Douluo.
Poor man.
Look at your High Priest—lying without blinking.
Then look at you—face nearly purple from suppressed anger, wanting to argue but not daring to.
Truly, it makes one's heart ache.
As for Seahorse Douluo himself—
He had ten thousand objections jammed in his throat, stuck like fishbones.
Traitor Sea Witch… incredibly cunning?
The instant he heard that, Sea Witch's innocent, ditzy smile popped into his mind—the woman whose brain had only two modes: singing and daydreaming.
Cunning?
High Priest, do you really understand the meaning of that word?
And as for "friendly diplomatic relations" between Sea God Island and Spirit Hall?
Seahorse Douluo almost laughed out loud.
Two days ago, didn't you raise the trident and threaten to stab their High Priest?
How many days has it been since then?
Where did this "friendship" suddenly come from?
Fine.
Let's pretend it's all true.
Let's pretend Sea Witch is a super-genius master spy whose goal is to ignite war between two forces.
But you—
a level 99 super Douluo—
need to "wait by a tree stump for a rabbit" to catch a level 92 opponent?
If you simply released your spiritual pressure, she'd faint before she could finish a sentence.
And you're afraid she'll act desperately?
The more Seahorse Douluo thought, the colder he felt.
He finally understood.
Sea Dragon was right.
Sea Witch hadn't betrayed anything.
The real threat was standing right in front of him—
His own High Priest.
Having grasped the truth, Seahorse Douluo took a deep breath and decided to make one final attempt to bring this wayward superior back home.
"High Priest!"
He stepped forward, face solemn, like a loyal minister giving his final admonition.
"Actually… Sea Dragon sent me to bring you back!"
He mustered every ounce of sincerity in his body.
"Sea God Island cannot be without you for even a single day!
Thousands of Sea Spirit Masters are waiting for your guidance!"
"You bear the holy responsibility of the High Priest—please, think of the greater good!"
Posey's expression darkened instantly.
Seahorse Douluo grew more emotional, his voice trembling, practically begging.
Then—
He felt a gust of wind blow past his cheek.
Before he could turn his head—
SLAP!!!
A thunderous sound exploded.
Seahorse Douluo felt as if a hundred-thousand-year spirit beast had smashed its hoof across his face.
The world spun.
His vision blackened.
His mind unplugged like a candle blown out by a hurricane.
"Thud."
The man fell backward, unconscious.
Qian Daoliu slowly withdrew his hand, still wearing a blank, innocent expression.
He hadn't even used much force.
It was just—
This noisy fellow was disturbing his and Xi Xi's two-person world, so he casually… tapped him.
Posey stared at the unconscious Seahorse Douluo.
Then she turned her head sharply.
Her sea-blue eyes widened, blazing with emotion.
"You—!"
Qian Daoliu jolted like a frightened rabbit.
He instinctively crouched down, hugging his head.
It's over! It's over! My hand got itchy again! She's definitely going to beat me—
But the storm never came.
Instead—
Posey said:
"…Well done."
Qian Daoliu: "???"
He peeked up in disbelief, just in time to see Posey grab her loyal subordinate like a sack of potatoes.
And drag him—
Drag him—
All the way down the street.
To the smelly garbage heap.
Then—
"Plop."
A perfect arc.
A perfect landing.
Seahorse Douluo entered the landfill like trash returning to its natural habitat.
Posey clapped her hands elegantly, as if she had merely thrown away an empty bottle instead of a human being.
Then she turned around without looking back.
Her steps were brisk.
Her expression cold.
Her intentions ruthless.
From this moment onward—
Anyone who dares to block Posey from eating delicious food
will be thrown into the garbage heap of history.
No exceptions.
Meanwhile, inside Feng Ran Pavilion.
The battle over the god-tier dish finally came to an end.
"Burp~"
A satisfied, delicately sinful burp slipped from "Angel-Rakshasa Dong."
She put down her chopsticks, leaned back, and sighed with blissful delight.
The plate of inky-black stinky tofu was scraped spotless.
Not a drop of sauce remained.
The bowl of pungent luosifen—
even the soup had been drunk clean, leaving the bottom shining like polished glass.
[Comfortable~]
Rakshasa God's lazy, intoxicated voice echoed in her mind.
[Angel, I take back everything I said.]
[Although the smell is… indescribable, to put it mildly—]
[Eating it is simply heavenly ecstasy for the divine soul!]
Angel God didn't even bother to bicker; she was still savoring the aftertaste.
[Indeed… I never imagined such a magical food existed in this world…]
Before she could finish—
Their body suddenly trembled.
A warm, pure current surged from their stomach, spreading through their limbs, meridians, bones, and finally—
Their divine soul origin.
Gentle yet overwhelming.
Soft yet absolute.
Like spring rain nourishing parched land.
Like an expert craftsman repairing the fine cracks in a relic.
Their battered divine souls—
Were being restored.
No—
Strengthened.
"Mmm~"
Two soft moans echoed in perfect synchronization.
At the same moment—
Hu Liena, Zhu Zhuqing, Ah Yin, and Zhu Zhuyun, all who had devoured their share, felt a milder but unmistakable surge of the same energy.
Warmth soaked through them like a divine hot spring.
Fatigue melted away.
Bodies and souls both relaxed.
By the time "Angel-Rakshasa Dong" opened her eyes—
Her left eye shone with holy golden light.
Her right eye glimmered with sinister purple glow.
Brighter.
Sharper.
Stronger.
Their divine souls weren't merely restored—
They had subtly but unmistakably grown stronger.
"This… what's happening?!"
Angel God's voice trembled with shock.
Rakshasa God was also stunned speechless.
Just then—
Behind the counter, a lazy voice drifted over.
"This is the difference between god-tier dishes and ordinary ones."
Lin Feng had finished eating and was now wiping a teacup leisurely.
He lifted his eyes, expression casual.
"Ordinary dishes only satisfy the taste buds."
"But god-tier dishes…"
His lips curved slightly.
"…benefit everything."
"Body. Foundation. Injuries. Talent. Divine soul."
"All of it."
He added lightly:
"And the stronger you are—
the more you gain."
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