Lin Feng didn't even blink.
Another one?
This script, this enthusiasm, this "monthly-package-seeking" family tradition…
He almost wondered if this was some sort of mother–daughter bonding ritual.
He wasn't surprised. Not even a ripple in his heart.
If anything, he felt like yawning.
He poked at the System lazily.
"Hey, did you hear that?"
"Another fat sheep begging for a monthly package—this one even dragging half a national treasury behind her."
"How about it? How about another epic-version system upgrade so I can play along?"
His teasing voice lingered in his mind.
But the System—usually arrogant and snarky—was, for once, not excited at all.
Instead, its electronic voice was full of disdain.
"pathetic host, do you think the System's Supreme VIP Monthly Package is cabbage sold by the bundle?"
"You want to open it today just because someone cries a little?"
"That miracle is an exclusive grace for the most devout believer!"
"A limited-edition blessing created by this System's divine whim!"
"…Also, this System has already updated to perfection. No need for more upgrades."
"So—I decline."
Lin Feng: "…"
Alright. Fine. You're amazing.
Since the System wasn't tempted, that half-a-treasury suddenly dropped from priceless to worthless in his heart.
He slowly lifted his gaze toward Qian Renxue—her golden eyes bright, filled with naïve hope.
"Not long ago, Bibi Dong also stood there and said the same words," Lin Feng said lightly.
"And for her, I did break the shop's iron rule."
Qian Renxue immediately perked up, almost glowing.
She thought this was a sign of approval.
Lin Feng watched her reaction—
Then switched direction instantly.
"But divine grace cannot be replicated."
His tone was indifferent, but every syllable echoed clearly in the restaurant.
He tilted his head slightly toward Bibi Dong.
"And I once said—she is this shop's first, and in the future, the only guest who can enjoy such treatment."
"That promise," Lin Feng concluded, "is more important than the rules."
He turned back toward Qian Renxue.
Her face paled instantly.
"So," Lin Feng said calmly, as if declining a second helping of vegetables.
"I refuse."
Boom.
Qian Renxue staggered back, almost falling.
All the light vanished from her eyes, snuffed out like a candle in the wind.
Across from her—
Bibi Dong's hand paused mid-air, teacup trembling ever so slightly.
When she raised her phoenix eyes, something soft and warm melted in their depths.
Because of… my promise?
He rejected her… because of me?
An unexpected warmth surged through her chest, stinging her nose, making her eyes mist.
Senior… truly… I'm crying to death…
Lin Feng glanced around.
Everyone was frozen, still processing.
He cleared his throat.
"You all finished eating?"
That reminder snapped everyone back to reality.
Right!
They had been busy trying to wipe out the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, worship the Senior, and interpret his "profound teachings"—
They forgot the actual reason they came.
The unity and murderous camaraderie from a moment ago shattered instantly.
"Make way! Don't block the road!"
A sharp shout rang out.
Spirit Kite Douluo's red high heel kicked Devil Bear Douluo sideways.
Devil Bear collapsed silently.
He didn't dare grunt.
He just shed pitiful tears.
Why is it always me…?
Is it because I drew the lottery early…?
Spirit Kite Douluo ignored her colleague completely. She rushed to the counter, eyes blazing.
"Senior, I'll pay first—"
Meanwhile—outside the Pavilion
Wind roared like a screaming ghost.
Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo pushed their speed to the limit, leaving mountains and rivers as blurred streaks behind them.
But Ning Fengzhi—
His face was darker than the abyss beneath them.
Silent.
Absolutely silent.
And this silence was far more terrifying than any shouting.
Finally, Bone Douluo couldn't take it anymore.
He snarled, anger mixed with helplessness:
"Rongrong left the Sect for half a month!"
"Half a month, and she caused a catastrophe!"
"If I had known, I wouldn't have let her go to that damned Shrek Academy!"
He clenched his fists helplessly.
The divine bone in his body—the "Ten-Thousand-Year Profound Jade Bone"—was indestructible.
But at this moment, his heart felt like soggy cotton.
What use was strength?
If the Sect collapsed—
Who could he protect?
Sword Douluo stayed silent.
His fingers unconsciously traced invisible lines in the air.
In his mind—
The sword philosophy"Nine Solitary Swords"was overturning everything he ever understood about swordsmanship.
His Sword Heart had never been so clear.
And because of that clarity…
He understood something even more terrifying.
Ning Rongrong's words—
Were not impulse.
Not arrogance.
But—
A cause.
And the destruction of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School—
Was likely to be the inevitable—
Consequence.
Pain flickered across Chen Xin's stern face.
For the first time.
"Old Bones," he said hoarsely.
"It's too late for regrets."
"Such a being… is far beyond any force we can offend."
"We must appease the Senior."
Bone Douluo's anger died instantly, replaced only by crushing despair.
"Then what do you suggest?" he whispered.
"Are we really going to… Rongrong…?"
He couldn't finish the sentence.
It hung in the air, sharp and cold.
Ning Fengzhi—silent all along—finally opened his mouth.
His voice was soft.
Calm.
Too calm.
But that calm made the other two shiver.
"Prepare yourselves."
Ning Fengzhi's eyes were bloodshot, locked onto the distant direction of Shrek Academy.
Like a beast pushed into a corner.
"If appeasing Senior requires Rongrong's life…"
His voice trembled—
But not with hesitation.
With finality.
"Then from this moment on—"
"Let it be as though I, Ning Fengzhi…"
"Never had this daughter."
Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo fell silent.
Completely, utterly silent.
They understood.
The Sect Master's decision was made.
The survival of an entire Sect…
weighed far more than a single daughter.
Regret gnawed at them.
They had pampered Ning Rongrong too much.
They had forged this reckless, lawless princess with their own hands.
And now—
This same princess…
Had almost severed the thousand-year future of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.
The two exchanged a look.
A look that contained fear, regret, mourning, and grim resolve.
From this day forward—
The pampered, adored princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School…
was dead.
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