Qian Daoliu walked up to his granddaughter with a freshly poured beer in hand, his expression unusually earnest.
"Xue'er."
He glanced at Bibi Dong in the distance—her face still flushed from that hiccup earlier, yet unable to hide her joy.
"Some things… you must consider from a greater perspective."
His voice was low, almost solemn.
"If she can truly succeed, it will become Spirit Hall's foundation for ten thousand years to come. You and I… must learn to accept it."
Accept?
Accept her mother finding her a stepfather?
Accept her grandfather finding himself a step-companion?
And then leaving her alone to raise a whole bunch of children?
The final thread in Qian Renxue's heart snapped entirely.
She suddenly looked up, glaring fiercely at her oblivious grandfather.
This old man!
Qian Renxue grabbed the beer directly from Qian Daoliu's hand and, without so much as a glance, tilted her head back.
"Gulp! Gulp!"
The cool liquid mixed with a faint malt aroma surged down her throat, shaking her entire soul.
When she put the empty glass down…
She shamefully realized that the terrifying "future family drama" in her head had been greatly weakened by the beer.
Damn it.
Even the beer was betraying her.
But truthfully, at this moment—
stepfathers, potential nieces and nephews, the nightmare of raising a crowd of children—
All of it could roll far away.
Right now, she only wanted another skewer.
Thinking about depressing matters while eating barbecue… that was simply disrespectful to food.
Lin Feng had demonstrated everything, and everyone had a drink in hand.
The next step was obvious.
Self-service barbecue—begin!
Seeing how relaxed and effortless the senior made it look, everyone subconsciously felt that grilling skewers shouldn't be hard.
If they just imitated him, the taste shouldn't be too far off… right?
With such naïve optimism, all the Titled Douluo eagerly swarmed toward the white iron boxes exuding cold air.
"Don't grab! I saw this rib first!"
"Go away! You already took half a plate!"
Among them, Spirit Kite Douluo was the most exaggerated.
She didn't even pick—left hand holding two plates, right hand holding two plates.
Chicken wings, oysters, skewers, prawns—anything within reach instantly vanished into her pile.
It didn't look like she was coming to eat.
It looked like she was preparing winter rations.
Meanwhile, on the other side, the scene was… odd.
Chrysanthemum Douluo, graceful as ever with his orchid fingers, was helping Ghost Douluo fill his plate with great enthusiasm.
"Old Ghost, here, this is very nourishing."
One skewer.
"This one is also very nourishing."
Two skewers.
"Oh my, this is the most nourishing of all. You must eat more."
Three skewers, four skewers, five skewers…
Looking closely, Ghost Douluo's plate had already become a miniature mountain—composed entirely of various animal kidneys.
Ghost Douluo stared at the "kidney mountain," his eyelids twitching violently.
He could clearly feel the strange gazes gathering around him.
He cleared his throat, trying his best to maintain his dignity as a Titled Douluo.
He addressed his colleagues with a righteous expression:
"Ahem. Don't misunderstand."
"It's not that I need nourishing."
"I simply enjoy eating these."
After speaking, he turned to Chrysanthemum Douluo and waved calmly.
"Yue Guan, give me two more."
"Alright!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo laughed lightly, shaking like a flower in the breeze.
Around them, all the Titled Douluo shivered together, silently clutching their plates and subtly edging farther away.
Cannot afford to provoke those two.
Absolutely cannot.
Gold Crocodile Douluo originally intended to sit at the same table as Ghost Douluo—two handsome men sitting together would look rather pleasing.
But the moment he saw the towering mountain of kidneys…
and the strange atmosphere between those two…
His eyelid twitched sharply.
He turned around without a word.
He'd rather sit with the two juniors, Qian Jun and Jiang Mo—who argued every single day—than witness this scene.
Thus, the dining arrangement quickly became bizarre.
Qian Daoliu and his still-traumatized granddaughter formed the "Worrying Grandfather and Granddaughter Table."
Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo were collectively isolated to form the "Yin-Yang Harmony Table."
Spirit Kite Douluo alone took over an entire table, her ingredients piled higher than her own head—thus creating the "Hungry Ghost Reincarnation Seat."
The remaining Elders and worshippers mixed freely, becoming the "Single Dog Alliance Table."
Only Lin Feng's side—surrounded by Bibi Dong, Hu Liena, and Zhu Zhuqing—had a harmonious, peaceful atmosphere, worthy of the title:
"God's Dining Table."
In this strange yet lively atmosphere, the self-service barbecue officially began.
Three hundred kilometers south of Spirit City
The mountain forest beneath the night sky was utterly silent.
Tang Hao's face was extremely grim as he stared at Yu Xiaogang—who was slumped on the ground, pale, gasping, on the verge of collapse.
To rush to Spirit City as fast as possible and obtain the twin spirit cultivation method, Tang Hao had used nearly ninety percent of his speed.
But Yu Xiaogang's body was simply too frail.
So frail he barely resembled a Spirit Grandmaster.
Not even comparable to most support-type Spirit Masters.
Even though Tang Hao enveloped him in spirit power, the sheer pressure from high-speed flight had tormented Yu Xiaogang nearly to death.
If they flew any farther, the man might not survive.
Useless.
Tang Hao cursed inwardly, but to ensure Yu Xiaogang could face Bibi Dong in his best condition, he had no choice but to stop and let him recuperate.
Just then, Tang Hao suddenly lifted his head, sensing something in the night sky.
Several auras were rapidly approaching from afar.
Two of them—far too familiar.
Sword.
Bone.
And that crafty old fox Ning Fengzhi.
Tang Hao's pupils shrank sharply, and the anger he had forcibly suppressed ignited at once.
Them.
It was this group!
It was this hypocrite, Ning Fengzhi, who had ruined the hundred-thousand-year spirit ring he had prepared for Little San!
Blocking his son's path—
was the same as cutting off Tang Hao's lifeblood.
"You stay here. Don't move."
Tang Hao left the words coldly, giving Yu Xiaogang no chance to react.
The next moment, he blurred into a black shadow, shooting into the sky.
"Boom!"
In midair, a massive black hammer covered in ominous patterns appeared out of thin air, carrying a crushing aura as it smashed downward toward those approaching streaks of light.
This blow was fueled entirely by rage.
He didn't intend to kill—
but he would definitely injure Sword and Bone Douluo!
However—
Just as the Clear Sky Hammer was about to land—
A cold snort echoed from below.
"Tang Hao?"
"You coward. Finally crawled out of your hole?"
Before the voice even finished—
A gigantic pale bone claw tore through the air and met the descending hammer head-on.
"Dong—!!"
A deep, resonant impact exploded through the clouds.
Tang Hao felt an unimaginable recoil surge back through the hammer handle, numbing his entire arm instantly.
His eyes widened.
Impossible.
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