It's Come to This, Let's Eat First.

"The reward is... a spirit bone."

A spirit bone!

Demon Bear Douluo's burly frame stiffened abruptly, his breathing stalling in an instant!

For the mere cost of a meal, the reward was actually a spirit bone!

He even suspected he was suffering from auditory hallucinations!

Tuoba Xi, who had been observing from the shadows, felt his pupils shrink to the size of pinpricks!

He stared fixedly at Lin Feng's excessively languid face, attempting to find even a trace of a joke upon it.

None!

Absolutely none!

There was only the indifference one might show when discussing a pebble on the side of the road!

Meanwhile, Spirit Kite Douluo, still busy devouring her noodles, only vaguely caught the words "spirit bone."

Taking advantage of a pause in her chewing, she glanced up quickly, saw that nothing was happening, and naturally assumed she had misheard. She lowered her head once more to resume her life-or-death struggle with the delicacies in her bowl.

"Age: fifty thousand years."

Lin Feng's next sentence drifted out, light and casual.

Boom!

If the previous remark had been a clap of thunder, this was the sky collapsing and the earth shattering!

A fifty-thousand-year spirit bone?!

"Gulp."

Tuoba Xi swallowed with great difficulty, feeling as though his throat were parched enough to catch fire.

Demon Bear Douluo's eyes turned bloodshot in an instant, his entire face flushing a liver-colored red from extreme ecstasy; he couldn't even breathe!

Lin Feng acted as if he didn't notice everyone's loss of composure, continuing in that same flat tone to reveal an even more terrifying fact.

"From a Dark-Gold Terrorclaw Bear."

As soon as these words left his lips, the air in the entire restaurant seemed to be sucked dry!

Dead silence!

A silence so profound that the drop of a needle could be heard!

Who among those present was not a spirit master? Who didn't know what those five words—Dark-Gold Terrorclaw Bear—represented?!

That was a legendary super spirit beast!

A terrifying existence capable of slaughtering ordinary ten-thousand-year spirit beasts with only a century of cultivation!

A fifty-thousand-year Dark-Gold Terrorclaw Bear spirit bone... its value was likely enough to drive every Title Douluo on the continent into a frenzy!

This time, Spirit Kite Douluo heard it clearly!

"Swish!"

Her gaze finally tore itself away from the food, pinning onto Lin Feng like two sharp blades.

Of course, at the same time, she didn't forget to lift the entire plate to her lips, shoveling food into her mouth while watching him warily, terrified that someone might steal her noodles while she was distracted by the show.

Just as everyone's hearts were about to leap out of their chests, Lin Feng calmly spat out four more words.

"External spirit bone."

The moment his voice fell, he waved his hand casually in the direction of Demon Bear Douluo.

Hum—!

A radiance of intense, concentrated dark gold appeared out of thin air, hovering before Demon Bear Douluo.

It was a spirit bone shaped like a sharp claw, its entire body a dull, dark gold covered in mysterious, profound patterns.

An aura of indestructible, all-tearing sharpness overflowed wildly, causing the skin of every Title Douluo present to feel a stinging pain!

"Thump!"

Demon Bear Douluo's legs went weak; unable to support his massive frame any longer, he actually fell straight to his knees!

It was not out of reverence, but the most instinctive reaction of his body when faced with such unimaginable, overwhelming ecstasy!

In the corner, Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo were so shocked that they gripped each other's hands tightly, unaware that their fingernails were digging deep into each other's flesh!

Tuoba Xi shot up from his seat, his face a mask of shock and horror!

However, the one with the biggest—or perhaps most bizarre—reaction was Spirit Kite Douluo.

She had been in the middle of frantically inhaling noodles, but the moment she heard "external spirit bone" and saw that bone with her own eyes, her mind went completely blank.

"Pfft—"

She instinctively wanted to spit out the noodles in her mouth to express her shock.

But at the critical moment, a foodie's instinct to protect their food overcame her body's reflex!

She clamped her mouth shut tight!

And so, under a strange, intense pressure...

Two sauce-covered, glistening noodles shot out from her nostrils with pinpoint accuracy.

In the end, they hung limply from her pretty face—which was frozen in shock—swaying gently.

Just at this moment of deathly, suffocating silence.

"Pfft—!"

An uncontrollable burst of laughter shattered the atmosphere without warning!

It was Yan!

The guy was clutching his mouth tightly with one hand while pointing at Spirit Kite Douluo with the other, his entire body trembling violently like a baboon having a seizure.

Yet, that piercing laughter still leaked out frantically and uncontrollably from between his fingers.

"Hahahaha... hiccup!... The... the noodles... hahahaha..."

He was laughing until he was out of breath, tears streaming down his face, nearly collapsing to the floor.

This earth-shattering laughter acted like a command.

In an instant, the gaze of everyone in the shop, like a spotlight, was nailed firmly to the center of the storm—Spirit Kite Douluo.

Or more accurately.

It was nailed to her pretty, shock-frozen face, specifically to those two oily noodles still hanging from her nostrils, coated in thick sauce and swaying slightly with her breath.

Spirit Kite Douluo finally snapped out of her extreme shock.

She felt it.

She felt the familiar yet strange sensation on the tip of her nose!

BOOM!!!

A surge of boiling hot blood, like a volcanic eruption, rushed straight from the soles of her feet to the top of her head!

Her pretty face, already stiff from shock, turned from pink to flushed red, and then from flushed red to a color bordering on purple-black at a speed visible to the naked eye!

It was over!

Who was she?

She was the only woman in the Spirit Hall Elder Council! She was a level ninety-three Title Douluo standing at the pinnacle of the spirit master world!

Now!

Right at this moment!

She was in front of almost all her colleagues from Spirit Hall! In front of three promising juniors!

With noodles! Hanging! From her nostrils!

"Ah—!"

A silent scream, enough to tear the soul apart, echoed wildly within Spirit Kite Douluo's mental world.

But her body remained as stiff as a statue carved from ten-thousand-year black ice.

Shame!

An unprecedented sense of shame, like a monstrous tidal wave, instantly submerged and tore apart her reason and dignity!

She snapped her head up, her phoenix eyes—which should have been filled with majesty—now burning with a rage capable of incinerating the world, glaring viciously at the culprit: Yan!

However...

She forgot that the two pieces of evidence were still hanging from her nostrils.

This murderous glare held no intimidation whatsoever; instead, because of the comical swaying of those two noodles, it appeared even more... comedic.

"Pfft-hahahaha—I can't take it! Help! Xie Yue! Help me up! I've laughed until I've got a stitch!"

Yan's laughter had completely spiraled out of control.

Hu Liena bit her lip so hard she almost drew blood to keep from laughing out loud, but her violently heaving shoulders and flushed face had already betrayed her inner thoughts.

She even had the urge to pull out a recording spirit tool to capture this historic moment!

Even the usually composed Xie Yue turned away abruptly, using a violent, soul-tearing cough to hide his twisted mouth.

Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo exchanged a glance, both seeing a hint of... schadenfreude in the other's eyes.

Tuoba Xi's eye twitched wildly; he instinctively poured himself a cup of tea to calm his nerves, but his hand shook, and he spilled the tea directly onto his pants.

The rage in Spirit Kite Douluo's eyes crumbled inch by inch in this atmosphere of mirth.

Replacing it was endless despair.

And confusion.

So this is what social death feels like.

She felt as though her life had reached its absolute conclusion in this very moment.

With a trembling hand, she plucked out the two culprits with the tragic air of someone bidding farewell to the world, tossing them into the trash bin without even a glance.

Then.

Under the gazes of everyone—some sympathetic, some stifling laughter, and others simply stunned.

She, Spirit Kite Douluo.

Sighed silently and, once again, picked up her chopsticks.

Since things had come to this, she might as well eat.