The Truth Revealed! Emperor Xue Ye's Heart Shattered!

Looking at Dugu Bo's terrified and shaken appearance after surviving the ordeal, Chrysanthemum Douluo felt a sense of relief.

He raised his pinky finger and swirled the wine glass in front of Dugu Bo, a familiar, mocking smile playing on his lips.

"What? Old Poison Master, scared out of your wits?"

Chrysanthemum Douluo leaned closer, lowering his voice even further, his tone full of schadenfreude.

"With the Grand Elder and Lord Bo Saixi serving as security guards at this hotel, your disturbance here is tantamount to jeopardizing their livelihoods, isn't it?"

Dugu Bo's eye twitched violently.

Security guard?

You call two level 99 Peerless Douluo who could crush him with a single slap security guards?!

What kind of hellish security setup is this?!

Dugu Bo looked at Chrysanthemum Douluo's face, which was full of "Ask me, beg me" expressions, and suppressed the urge to punch him, squeezing out a few words through gritted teeth.

"What exactly is your Spirit Hall up to?"

"What kind of scheme are you up to?"

Chrysanthemum Douluo seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world. She raised her orchid finger and covered her mouth with a coquettish laugh.

"Of course, it's about eating, drinking, and enjoying life!"

His narrow eyes glanced at Dugu Bo, his smile growing increasingly playful.

"What else did you think? That we'd gather here to discuss how to unite and divide up the continent?"

Chrysanthemum Douluo spoke, he actually stretched out his slender finger and lazily pointed around the restaurant.

Dugu Bo's gaze unconsciously followed the movement of his finger.

Ning Fengzhi, Sword Douluo, Bone Douluo...

The core figures of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect are all here.

Next door, a man dressed in a dragon robe, yet acting furtively and eavesdropping behind Xue Ye, was none other than Star Luo Emperor, Dai Tianfeng.

People from the Star Luo Empire have arrived too?

He then glanced at the woman who was alone at a table, leaning back in her chair—the woman known as "Pope Bibi Dong."

The rest... seem to be all from the Spirit Hall.

Dugu Bo's gaze swept over Golden Crocodile Douluo, Subduing Demon Douluo, Ghost Leopard Douluo, and others.

After looking around, he realized that apart from a few familiar faces from the Spirit Hall, he didn't recognize almost anyone else.

But the problem is!

The faint yet immensely vast fluctuations of Soul Power emanating from these individuals...

They're all better than me, damn it!

This means that this entire room, filled with at least a dozen people, are all Title Douluo whom he cannot afford to offend!

This realization sent chills down his spine and made him tremble with fear.

Here, even a level 91 Title Douluo like him is just a nobody!

No, he's not even a younger brother, he's just a newbie who just left the beginner village!

In summary, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, with its sect leader and two guardian Douluo, represents the continent's wealth and top support.

The Star Luo Empire, with its emperor personally present, represents the military power of a great empire.

The Pope of the Spirit Hall, a host of elders... almost all the top leaders were present, representing the strongest Soul Master force on the continent!

With this kind of lineup, you could believe they were actually discussing how to divide up the mainland!

"Pulse."

Dugu Bo picked up the wine pot on the table again, his hands trembling, and poured himself a full cup, trying to calm his heart which was about to leap out of his chest.

He looked at Chrysanthemum Douluo, his voice slightly weak.

"Your Spirit Hall... you really are hiding your true strength."

Just as Chrysanthemum Douluo was about to puff out his chest and reveal a proud smile, he thought to himself, "I'm going to stand up straight and show you a proud smile."

When he looked down, he saw that Dugu Bo had refilled his cup.

His expression changed instantly, and he snatched the wine pot from Dugu Bo's hand.

"You old geezer, you've gotten addicted to freeloading!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo glared at him and said irritably.

"This is a divine brew from your shop, senior. If you want some, just pay for it yourself!"

Dugu Bo looked at Chrysanthemum Douluo's stingy and possessive behavior towards his food and curled his lip in disdain.

"Tch, look at how stingy you are."

"It's just a glass of wine? I don't even care for it."

Despite saying that, he still downed the half-glass of wine in one gulp, finding the lingering fragrance on his lips and teeth, and the aftertaste endless.

It's fucking delicious.

Dugu Bo smacked his lips, still wanting more, and picked up the menu on the table, ready to see what kind of food was available that could attract all these top experts.

However, when his gaze fell on the first page of the menu, and he saw the rows of dishes and the numbers following them...

Dugu Bo's eyes widened instantly, almost bulging out of their sockets.

His face, which had just turned pale from being frightened by Qian Daoliu and the other man, immediately turned green, and his mouth opened wider and wider, almost big enough to fit an egg.

"What... fuck?"

A curse, filled with utter shock, absurdity, and incomprehension, was forced out of his throat, word by word, with great difficulty.

At this moment, Poison Douluo felt that the shock brought to him by the menu prices was no less than that of the two Peerless Douluo.

Dugu Bo was so frightened that his hand trembled. He subconsciously reached out again to take the wine pot from Chrysanthemum Douluo's hand and take another sip to calm his nerves.

He needed alcohol to numb himself in order to accept the surreal reality before him.

However, he had only extended his hand halfway.

"Smack!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo didn't hold back and slapped his claw away.

Dugu Bo: "..."

On the other side.

Looking at Xue Ye's face, which seemed to say "I'm so wronged, but I won't say it," Ning Fengzhi felt utterly overwhelmed.

He explained for ages, his lips practically worn out.

In the end, Sword Douluo personally demonstrated to Xue Ye the terrifying price of the Level 9 Menu and its heaven-defying effect of increasing the age of Soul Ring after consumption.

Xue Ye finally understood.

But he preferred that he hadn't understood.

He sat blankly in the chair, his eyes vacant, muttering repeatedly as if possessed.

"So... the Spirit Hall stole half of my national treasury just so they could... eat at this restaurant run by Deity?"

Seeing his distraught appearance, Ning Fengzhi felt a pang of pity, but still nodded heavily.

Xue Ye swayed, as if his spine had been removed.

He raised his head again, and in his cloudy eyes, the last glimmer of hope ignited.

"You can eat here, win a prize, and become stronger, even a Title Douluo... or even a god?"

Ning Fengzhi looked at him and nodded heavily once again.

Xue Ye fell silent.

Complete silence.

His emperor-like, almost decaying brain began to operate at an unprecedented speed at this moment.

A calculation was clearly laid out in his mind.

Wealth equals good food.

Delicious food is like a lottery.

A lottery is a sure way to win.

Countless riches equal countless delicacies, countless lottery draws, equal... a whole bunch, or even more, of titled Douluo!

And that half of the Heaven Dou Empire's treasury is equivalent to...

Thinking of this, Xue Ye's heart clenched suddenly.

A pain many times more intense than when he was grabbed by the collar by a Title Douluo spread from his heart and instantly swept through his entire body.

That wasn't physical pain.

That was heartache! That was bleeding! That was like having flesh cut off!

His wealth accumulated over generations in the Heaven Dou Empire, his magnificent and mountain-like Gold Soul Coin!

Just like that... the Spirit Hall replaced them with dishes and fed them into the bellies of these Spirit Hall experts?!

Then, it transformed into their Soul Power, and into their glittering Soul Ring!

The Xue Ye's face was even greener than Dugu Bo's had been just moments before.

His voice carried a deep sob, one that he himself was unaware of.

"Sect Master Ning..."

He gripped Ning Fengzhi's hand tightly, so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

"You say... is there any chance... is there any possibility of getting back half of my national treasury's wealth?"