The Whole Crowd Laughed at My Madness, Only the Old Ghost Believed My Words

"Everything I've said is the truth!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan's voice echoed throughout the Elder Hall, carrying a clear sense of urgency and anger.

He scanned the various Title Douluo seated around the round table; almost every face was written with distrust and mockery.

"Yue Guan, are you playing a joke on us?"

Demon Bear Douluo shook his head and chuckled, his rugged, aged face full of disdain.

"A kid in his early twenties managed to suppress a level 95 Super Douluo like you to the point where you couldn't even manifest your martial soul?"

"And what's this about some magical food that can directly increase spirit power?"

Ghost Leopard Douluo joined in the jeering: "Old Chrysanthemum, did you drink too much last night? Or did some little girl feed you a love potion?"

"Hahaha!"

A burst of laughter erupted in the conference room.

These Title Douluo were usually existences held in high regard, so naturally, they wouldn't believe such outrageous claims coming from Chrysanthemum Douluo.

Chrysanthemum Douluo's expression grew increasingly ugly, his alluring face flushed with rage.

"You... you bunch of stubborn old fools!"

He stood up abruptly, his orchid-fingered hand trembling as he pointed at the group.

"When have I, Chrysanthemum Douluo, ever told a lie? Do I have any reason to deceive you with something like this?"

"Yue Guan, don't be so anxious. Tell us first, what exactly is the background of that kid?"

Ghost Douluo Gui Mei, surrounded by swirling black mist, offered a word of comfort.

As Chrysanthemum Douluo's long-time partner, he understood Yue Guan's personality.

Although this fellow wasn't always reliable, he rarely lied.

Especially in such a formal setting, it was even less likely that he would talk nonsense.

"I... I don't know his specific origins either," Chrysanthemum Douluo said, gritting his teeth.

"But I can be certain that Senior Lin is absolutely not an ordinary person!"

"His strength is unfathomable; he is at least a level 99 Peerless Douluo!"

"Perhaps... perhaps he has even become a god!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire Elder Hall fell instantly silent.

Becoming a god?

On the Douluo Continent, these two words were nothing more than the stuff of legends.

Aside from the Sea God on Sea God Island and the Angel God worshipped by Spirit Hall, who else could reach the god level?

"Chrysanthemum, are you sure you aren't dreaming?"

At that moment, a voice drifted from the Offering Seat, laced with heavy sarcasm.

Hearing this, Chrysanthemum Douluo turned his gaze toward the Offering Seat, where only one person sat at the end of the seven luxurious chairs.

It was Subduing Demon Douluo, who had just spoken; he was the only offering to attend this meeting.

In truth, Subduing Demon Douluo's presence here was already a show of respect to Chrysanthemum Douluo.

Within the power structure of Spirit Hall, the Offering Hall held a higher status than the Elder Hall.

Especially after Bibi Dong took power, the relationship between the two halls had dropped to freezing point.

If it had been the Pope, Bibi Dong, who called this meeting, those old monsters from the Offering Hall might have all shown up to save face.

Unfortunately, Chrysanthemum Douluo was merely a level 95 elder.

In the eyes of the offerings, who were level 96 and above, his strength was truly not worth noting.

Do not underestimate the difference between level 95 and level 96; the gap between them was even more exaggerated than the difference between a Spirit Douluo and a Title Douluo.

Among Title Douluo, level 95 could be considered the most important watershed, and it was extremely difficult to break through.

People like Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo had been stuck at level 95 for over a decade!

If nothing unexpected happened, both of them would likely reach the end of their lives with only this achievement.

Therefore, the Offering Hall sending Subduing Demon Douluo to go through the motions was already out of consideration for the internal unity of Spirit Hall.

"Chrysanthemum, oh Chrysanthemum."

Subduing Demon Douluo's voice carried clear mockery, his rigid face filled with impatience.

"Tell me, what has gotten into you? Were you bewitched by some little girl yesterday?"

"Or is it that at your age, you've started to have hallucinations?"

Hearing this, Chrysanthemum Douluo's complexion turned ash-gray.

He clenched his fists tightly, glaring daggers at Subduing Demon Douluo.

"Subduing Demon Consecrator! What do you mean by that?"

"What could I possibly mean?"

Subduing Demon Douluo stood up unhurriedly and brushed the dust off his body.

"I just don't want to waste any more time here with you."

"Instead of spending my energy listening to your nonsense, I might as well go back and focus on my cultivation."

"You should also strive to break through to level ninety-six soon; stop daydreaming while stuck at level ninety-five!"

These words were like a knife, stabbing straight into Chrysanthemum Douluo's heart.

Level ninety-six?

If he had truly obtained that Extraordinary Velvet Chrysanthemum, he might have already been pushing for level ninety-seven by now!

After finishing his sentence, Subduing Demon Douluo ignored Chrysanthemum Douluo's unsightly expression and pushed the door open to leave.

Once the other man had departed, Chrysanthemum Douluo turned abruptly to face the remaining Title Douluo.

"You lot! Do you believe what I said or not!"

But unfortunately, no matter how much he explained, the group remained silent, clearly showing not the slightest intention of believing him.

"Fine! If you don't believe me, then don't! Don't you dare go to that senior's place to eat later! Hmph!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo snorted coldly and turned to leave.

The next second, the group of elders burst into laughter, slapping their thighs in amusement.

Chrysanthemum Douluo whipped his head back around, only to find everyone sitting in their seats with solemn expressions, looking at him with feigned innocence.

After Chrysanthemum Douluo left for the second time, Ghost Douluo glanced at the people around him and eventually followed him out in silence.

"A bunch of stubborn fools. They don't even know how to reach out and grab an opportunity when it's placed right in front of them. And here I was, actually thinking of sharing it with them."

Just as Chrysanthemum Douluo was grumbling, a black shadow caught up from behind him.

"Yue Guan, wait for me!"

Hearing that familiar voice, Chrysanthemum Douluo paused his steps.

He turned around and saw Ghost Douluo, Gui Mei, transforming into a shadow and flying rapidly toward him.

"Gui Mei?"

A flash of surprise crossed Chrysanthemum Douluo's eyes.

He had assumed that even this old partner of his, who had been by his side for so many years, would be just like the others and refuse to believe his words.

Ghost Douluo landed beside Chrysanthemum Douluo, his somewhat eerie face revealing a rare hint of concern.

"Yue Guan, that restaurant you mentioned earlier—is it true?"

Chrysanthemum Douluo froze for a moment, his eyes turning slightly red.

"Gui Mei, you believe me?"

His voice trembled, and his alluring face was filled with emotion.

In the entire Elder Hall, only Gui Mei was willing to believe him!

At this, Ghost Douluo smiled.

"Don't I know you?"

"Although you love to preen, love to show off, and the wine you brew is terrible, you would never joke about something like this. I suppose it must be... true."

Hearing this, several black lines hung down from Chrysanthemum Douluo's head: "You really didn't need to mention those flaws..."

But soon, Chrysanthemum Douluo brushed those thoughts aside and excitedly pulled Ghost Douluo along, eager to head toward Maple Dye Pavilion Restaurant.

"Let's go, let's go! Gui Mei, you'll see that I was telling the truth soon enough! And the food there is so fragrant!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo dragged Ghost Douluo along, rushing toward the direction of Maple Dye Pavilion with great haste.

He was moving so fast that it was as if he were heading to an important date.