Heaven Dou City — Shrek Academy
"Crackle! Crackle!"
Red firecrackers lit the air, sending streams of sparks wildly into the sky. Loud drums thundered, gongs resounded, and laughter shook the grounds of Shrek Academy.
The normally shabby school had been transformed overnight. Lanterns hung from every beam. Long banquet tables stretched across the courtyard, loaded with steaming delicacies cooked by none other than royal chefs hired from the Heaven Dou Palace kitchens. The aroma of spirit beast meat roasted with herbs swirled through the air, intoxicating even passing pedestrians.
It was Lu Yuan's greatest moment yet—his son's full moon banquet.
Gifts for Lu Xiaoyu
One by one, sects, nobles, and clans stepped forward, offering gifts.
"Zhu Zhuqing—Longevity Lock."
"Ning Rongrong—Storage-type Soul Tool."
"Senior Dugu Bo—two rare herbs!"
Every declaration was followed by gasps of awe from the students who had never seen such extravagant items.
Then bigger names followed.
"Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect—One million gold soul coins."
"His Highness, Crown Prince Xue Qinghe—one hundred jars of Imperial Tribute Wine!"
The drumbeats rose louder.
Lu Yuan grinned foolishly, wine jar in hand, heart soaring higher than fireworks.
"Tons… tons… tons! Hic—ah!" He staggered cheerfully, already flushed, chugging more tribute wine like it was water.
Feng Xiaotian and the other juniors watched in dismay. The banquet hasn't even officially started and our 'Brother Lu Yuan' might already be drunk to death… How is this fair?!
Sect Leader's Warning
Yu Yuanzhen approached, smiling stiffly. Though Lu Yuan had insulted and tied his brother Yu Luomian before, this was still his daughter Erlong's child, and blood was blood.
"Lu Yuan," Yu Yuanzhen said with measured tone, "don't misunderstand us. No one will covet Xiaoyu again."
Lu Yuan's eyes narrowed instantly, his drunken grin sharpening. "Remember what I said. You touch a hair on Xiaoyu's head, and I'll cleave you in half."
Yu Yuanzhen chuckled dryly, backing away quickly. He knew bluffing would get him killed.
The "Uninvited Guests"
In a corner of the academy, two Spirit Masters whispered.
"Unhappy, are you sure we should be here? We weren't invited."
"Shh, silly! Everyone with a name in the Douluo Continent is here. What's wrong if we slip in? Just say two auspicious lines, drink some wine, who would dare chase us out?"
"But still—"
"Besides, I hear the chefs are royal. Don't you want a taste? Look, there are widows at that table—sit, sit, quick!"
The pair slid into two spare seats, laughing like foxes.
Misery in the Office
While the feasting roared outside, inside the dean's office Yu Xiaogang sat in agony, every firecracker sounding like nails in his soul. His heart convulsed painfully.
"I want to die… I really want to die…" he groaned.
"Xiaogang, drink your medicine," Flander pleaded, holding a pill.
"Humph!" Dai Mubai slammed the table, anger scalding his veins. "When I first heard Lu Yuan was a father, I thought Zhu Zhuqing was the mother. But it's not even her—it's Teacher Erlong!? How did Zhu Zhuqing ever fall for that bastard? He's scum! And yet somehow he always wins! Why?!"
His voice cracked with bitterness.
Oscar sighed heavily. "Where's Xiao Wu? She hasn't joined us… has she gone to the banquet?"
Ma Hongjun scratched his head. "Wouldn't surprise me. Between Xiao San leaving and Lu Yuan always visiting her…" He lowered his voice mischievously. "Maybe… he trapped the little rabbit too."
The suggestion left the group silent in dread.
Flander shook his head. "She's probably cultivating. Since Tang San vanished, Xiao Wu hasn't been herself. She drifts between training grounds and her dorm…"
No one spoke further. The laughter from outside seeped into the room like salt in wounds.
The Gathering Storm
Three rounds of wine and five turns of food later, experts scattered around the banquet stiffened suddenly. A strange aura rippled through the sky, faint at first, then heavy.
Chen Xin stiffened, his hand tightening around his sword. Several black dots appeared high above the horizon—then more. Fast.
"On guard!" his voice rang.
The dots multiplied, descending rapidly. The air pressure shifted, waves of spirit power beating across the sky.
"Too many…" Yu Yuanzhen muttered grimly. He stepped up beside Chen Xin. "These aren't ordinary visitors."
Dugu Bo stood parallel with them, his eyes narrowed dangerously.
A few breaths later, the truth was clear.
White robes. The emblematic sigil of the Spirit Hall.
"Spirit… Hall!" Chen Xin, Yu Yuanzhen, and Dugu Bo spoke as one. Their faces grew pale.
Not a small squad. Hundreds of Spirit Masters. Dozens of Contras. And not one, but five Title Douluo present already—Yueguan and Guimei glaring like ghosts leading the dead.
And then another massive aura pressed down.
A tall figure, draped in violet-gold, descended slowly…
The Pope herself.
Bibi Dong.
Panic
The banquet stilled. Chopsticks froze midair. Laughter stopped instantly. Tremors filled the air.
Even Ning Fengzhi's expression froze. "The Pope herself… visiting Shrek?"
Feng Xiaotian nearly dropped his wine. "They're here to kill us, right? Not drink wine?!"
Lu Yuan's Drunk Mouth
Amid the growing panic, Lu Yuan tipped back his head and blinked blearily upward.
"So many people… Eh? That woman in purple stands up there all high on her cloud… Big sis, aren't you afraid lifting your robe that high will let the draft in?"
The entire courtyard went silent, jaws dropping.
Then in a blur, Bibi Dong herself flashed forward, appearing before Lu Yuan like a phantom.
"Bold!" Chen Xin summoned his Martial Soul instantly, shielding Lu Yuan behind him. Sword light shimmered around him, facing the Pope in dread.
Yueguan sneered, ready to shout—
But Bibi Dong silenced him with a raised hand. Her gaze locked directly onto Lu Yuan.
"You're Lu Yuan, aren't you?"
Her mental power surged, brushing over him like velvet and steel combined. A probe, elegant and lethal.
Lu Yuan blinked drunkenly, then grinned ear to ear. "This beauty… have we drunk together before?"
With a laugh, his own spirit power flared, shoving aside her mental pressure as easily as he shoved wine jars onto tables.
The courtyard exploded in uproar.
Lu Yuan facing the Pope of Spirit Hall—on his son's full moon day.
The Douluo Continent held its breath.
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