Ning Fengzhi trembled violently the moment Lin Feng finished speaking.
He nearly knelt again on instinct.
He slammed a hand against his chest and swore like a soldier taking an imperial decree:
"Rest assured, Senior!
If Spirit Envoy Zhuyun loses even a single strand of hair,
This Ning will personally bring his head before you!"
Only then did Lin Feng nod, satisfied.
He gently pushed the still-clinging Zhu Zhuyun away.
"Go."
Zhu Zhuyun hummed obediently, stepping back with reluctance.
She took two steps—
then abruptly halted.
She turned around.
Her face was no longer streaked with tears; instead, her peach blossom eyes were overflowing with seductive brilliance.
She walked back to Lin Feng in three light steps,
rose on her toes,
and leaned close—so close her breath brushed his ear.
"Senior…"
Her whisper was soft enough to melt steel, dripping with invitation.
"When Zhuyun returns, I will definitely…"
Her warm, delicate tongue flicked lightly across his earlobe.
"…serve you well."
A fast lick.
A bold attack.
A perfectly executed hit-and-run.
Zhu Zhuyun stepped back, her cheeks flushed crimson, triumph shimmering in her eyes.
Lin Feng:
…
When she finally turned around to leave, she looked toward Ning Fengzhi.
Just a glance.
No killing intent.
No arrogance.
Not even hostility.
Yet—
Ning Fengzhi's pupils shrank violently.
Every hair on his body stood on end.
Spirit Envoy?
Servant?
No.
Wrong.
Very wrong.
A bolt of lightning split through his skull.
This wasn't selection of a servant at all.
This was clearly—
a trial for a divine pillow seat.
A trial…
for a Divine Consort.
An existence who could share a bed with this supreme being, receive unimaginable favor, and ascend beyond mortals.
All the blood drained from Ning Fengzhi's face.
His heart stopped.
Then restarted with a jolt of unbearable regret.
His Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School…
His daughter Ning Rongrong…
also had a chance!
A chance that could raise the entire clan to heights beyond imagination!
But that astronomical opportunity was…
thrown away like trash by Rongrong's spoiled temper.
Ning Fengzhi's body trembled uncontrollably.
His soul ached more than when he believed the Sect would be annihilated.
He looked at Zhu Zhuyun with a completely transformed gaze—
the gaze of one looking up at a future goddess.
He didn't dare make her wait.
Ning Fengzhi leaped aside respectfully, making an elegant gesture of welcome:
"Spirit Envoy, please!
After you!"
This person was a divine consort candidate—
someone who could whisper into Senior's ear!
Perhaps even more untouchable than Senior himself!
Zhu Zhuyun didn't even notice his reverence.
She walked past him with her head high, chest out, overflowing with joy.
At her side, Dai Mubai lay half-dead.
Behind her, Ning Fengzhi, Sword Douluo, and Bone Douluo followed closely—
looking like a butler and two bodyguards escorting royalty.
They left for the Star Luo Empire.
When they were gone, peace finally returned to the restaurant.
The smell of breakfast once again dominated the air.
Chrysanthemum Douluo and the others lined up enthusiastically to order food—
as if the earlier scene that decided the fate of sects and empires
was nothing but a minor pre-breakfast entertainment.
But Ning Rongrong was still kneeling.
She was like a beautiful porcelain doll whose soul had been drained—
blank, empty, abandoned.
Her father had left.
Grandpa Sword and Grandpa Bone had left.
All to escort Zhu Zhuyun—
to execute Senior's divine order.
She alone was left behind.
Or rather—
abandoned here.
She recalled the final look her father gave her.
There was no pampering, no sorrow, not even disappointment.
Only cold indifference,
suppressed wrath,
and faint relief.
She was frozen.
Lost.
Directionless.
She didn't even know where she should go.
Meanwhile — Shrek Academy
Under the old, dilapidated signboard reading "Shrek Academy,"
a man stood with his hands behind his back.
Yu Xiaogang.
His ever-solemn face held a smug smile.
Everything was under his control.
He had already gathered every detail of Shrek's "seven monsters" from Li Yusong.
He had drafted perfect training plans.
As for the so-called runaway Zhu Zhuqing?
Just a child.
He'd find time later to discipline her and drag her back.
He could already foresee the waves these children would unleash under his brilliant command.
Footsteps sounded in the distance.
Yu Xiaogang adjusted his glasses, calm and composed.
Flender and Zhao Wuji were returning.
But the moment he saw their faces—
his expression froze.
Flender looked like his spine had been removed—
completely deflated, hollow, terrified.
Zhao Wuji looked even worse, his face darker than the bottom of a burnt pot.
A bad feeling surged through Yu Xiaogang's heart.
He looked past them.
Only Tang San, Oscar, and Ma Hongjun walked behind.
Just three.
But there should have been six.
Where were:
—Dai Mubai?
—Ning Rongrong, the top-tier support soul master?
—and Zhu Zhuqing?
Yu Xiaogang's face twitched.
His precious theoretical structure—
the Shrek Seven Devils he intended to shape into a legend—
had suddenly collapsed at three crucial pillars.
"Flender!"
Yu Xiaogang snapped, voice sharp with fury and disbelief.
"You took them out for soul rings—
and three DIED?!"
Flender forced a smile that was uglier than crying.
"Xiaogang… you're here."
"What happened?
Where are your students?"
Under Yu Xiaogang's rapid-fire interrogation, the one who finally spoke was Zhao Wuji.
His voice was low and grim.
"Xiao Wu is a hundred-thousand-year spirit beast."
"Dai Mubai's arm was chopped off by Sword Douluo. He and Ning Rongrong were taken away."
Each revelation was world-shattering.
But Yu Xiaogang's brain filtered out all "unimportant noise."
He locked onto one explosive point.
He grabbed Zhao Wuji's shoulders—
so excited he almost drooled.
"Ning Fengzhi broke through his Spirit's shackles—
and it happened in Spirit City?!"
Yu Xiaogang's voice rose to a trembling shriek.
Spirit City.
Breaking through spirit shackles.
Two pieces of information that, once combined—
called forth a single image in his mind.
A woman.
The woman who once shattered his heart.
The woman who sat atop the continent.
Bibi Dong.
A feverish fire ignited in Yu Xiaogang's eyes.
His long-suppressed ambition surged like a tsunami.
Ning Fengzhi broke his shackles in Spirit City…
Bibi Dong definitely knew.
So—
since she had once hurt him so deeply…
He would now grant her
the opportunity to make amends.
She could arrange for that mysterious powerhouse
to help him, Yu Xiaogang,
break his shackles too.
Yu Xiaogang's lips curled into a smile of twisted self-confidence.
"This…"
"…is completely reasonable."
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