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Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo could barely sit still. Their eyes were locked onto the menu, practically burning holes in the paper.
Just then, Ning Fengzhi's calm voice drifted over.
"Uncle Jian, Uncle Gu."
"When ordering, don't be greedy. Two or three dishes are enough."
His tone was light, but the wisdom in his eyes cut straight through every facade.
Who was Ning Fengzhi? A master among masters.
He had long noticed that among the Spirit Hall group, aside from the female Elder who devoured food like a starving ghost reincarnated, no one else had more than four dishes in front of them.
The rules here were definitely not simple.
And when danger is unknown—caution is survival.
Upon hearing this, more than a dozen Spirit Hall Elders let out a silent, collective sigh.
A sigh filled with deep, suffocating regret.
—Damn it, we underestimated him.
Gold Crocodile Douluo's smile, which had been ready to watch the show, instantly froze.
Damn this old fox!
How did he see through it?!
He'd hoped the wealthy Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School would order the entire menu, fail to finish it, trigger the rules, and get blacklisted by the Senior on the spot!
And now?
His entire plan was ruined!
In that instant, a dozen resentful gazes once again whooshed toward the mud pile on the ground.
Devil Bear Douluo, lying half-dead and contemplating life, suddenly felt cold all over.
He didn't need to look up to know those old monsters were glaring at him again.
Brothers, please… I'm already playing dead! Don't drag me into this anymore!
Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo instantly regained clarity.
Yes.
Yes! The Sect Master was right.
This place was full of mysteries—one wrong move could mean disaster.
Under Ning Fengzhi's steady command, the "Continent's Number One Support," the three men ordered their dishes with the cautious precision of defusing a bomb.
Sword Douluo ordered "Thousand Blade Star Scar Sashimi" and "Flowing Light Flying Snow Soup."
Just the names alone shimmered with sword intent and poetry.
Bone Douluo was straightforward:
"Dongpo Pork Hock."
"Braised Sky-Devouring Beast Ribs."
His reasoning?
"They look filling! Guaranteed satisfaction!"
And Ning Fengzhi, despite being the wealthiest man in the world, ordered only one thing:
"Jade Soul Immortal Moon Dew."
Hu Liena silently wrote down their choices and walked off.
The restaurant was once again filled with… strangeness.
Spirit Hall's members stopped talking, occasionally sneaking glances at the three newcomers with an expression that could only be described as:
Look at these country bumpkins.
The meaning in their eyes was rich enough to fill an 800-word essay.
Translation:
"Just you wait."
"You'll understand how big the world truly is."
They no longer needed to slow their eating on purpose, but none dared to devour food like starving beasts either.
Spirit Hall still had dignity to maintain—at least in front of outsiders.
Meanwhile, Devil Bear Douluo shed two silent streams of tears.
Dignity? Dignity my ass!
When the dozen of you piled on top of me earlier, wasn't your dignity eaten by dogs?!
Under all these stares, Ning Fengzhi's group felt like they were sitting on needles.
Every second was torture.
Finally—Hu Liena emerged from the kitchen with a tray.
The moment the dishes hit the table, three distinct aromas erupted like invisible primordial beasts.
The first belonged to Bone Douluo's dishes:
Dongpo Pork Hock
Braised Sky-Devouring Beast Ribs
This wasn't just fragrance.
This was a gluttonous explosion.
Rich. Fiery. Savage.
The moment that scent burst into his nose, the lingering trauma of the "Golden Dragon Qi Pot" that had haunted him all night evaporated instantly—
As if a dilapidated shack that had stood for ten years was suddenly bulldozed, rebuilt, and purified down to its foundation.
Clear!
Comfortable!
Bone Douluo, a level ninety-five Titled Douluo, actually felt a tear gather in his eye.
Grandma… I can smell the world's beauty again!
The second aroma belonged to Sword Douluo.
Cold. Clean. Razor-sharp.
It wasn't food—it was a peerless sword drawn from its sheath.
The moment it entered his senses, Sword Douluo's sullied sword heart trembled violently.
He saw an endless snowfield.
And the brightest star in the sky.
Pure. Absolute.
Finally—
Ning Fengzhi's "Jade Soul Immortal Moon Dew."
A sweetness so ethereal it felt like liquefied moonlight wrapping softly around his soul.
The richest man on the continent, the number-one support—what delicacy hadn't he eaten?
Yet in front of this aroma…
Everything he had ever tasted in seventy years suddenly seemed unbearably bland.
His poise shattered.
His calm shattered.
Only one desire remained.
Eat.
Eat!
A second later, the table descended into a commotion utterly unworthy of their glorious reputations.
Bone Douluo moved first.
Etiquette?
What is that? Can it be eaten?
His giant palm grabbed the enormous pork hock.
His jaw unhinged like a beast.
He took a massive bite—
The flavorful skin melted instantly, the fatty layer burst like fireworks, and the tender meat flooded his senses with pure joy.
"Uuugh—!"
Bone Douluo moaned like a man reborn.
Golden Dragon Qi Pot? Mental trauma? Grandma waving him over?
To hell with all of that!
He wanted to merge with this pork hock.
To be buried with it.
To die on this plate of divine meat!
On the other side, Sword Douluo still clung to the last shred of swordsman's dignity.
He used his chopsticks to pick up a slice of sashimi thin enough to be transparent.
It entered his mouth—
His pupils shrank.
Light rekindled in his dead eyes.
Then—
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
His chopsticks blurred, becoming a flurry of sword shadows.
The sashimi and soup on the table vanished at a speed visible to the naked eye.
And Ning Fengzhi—
The last cultured man alive at this table.
He glanced helplessly at the two starving ghosts beside him, maintaining his elegant smile as if saying:
"They are indeed role models."
He lifted the bowl of Jade Soul Immortal Moon Dew.
Scooped a spoonful.
Took a sip.
Ning Fengzhi froze.
His smile froze.
His posture froze.
Time froze.
Three seconds later—
Clang!
The jade spoon slipped from his hand.
Ning Fengzhi's sharp eyes widened to the size of lanterns.
Had he…
Had he been eating pig slop his entire life?!
Dignity?
Strategy?
The refined grace of the Continent's Number One Support?
To hell with all of it.
He grabbed the giant jade bowl—larger than his washbasin—
And before the stunned Titled Douluo around him could react—
He tilted his head back.
Gulp.
Gulp.
Gulp.
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