The Four Women's Consensus: Tonight, We Must Take Down Master (Lin Feng)!

The crisp sound of the teacup shattering was incredibly jarring in the deathly silent council hall.

Yu Yuanzhen slowly released his hand, and the blue porcelain powder slipped through his fingers.

His face, which had previously held a hint of smugness and disdain, was now completely frozen, the color draining from it at a visible speed, turning into a terrifying, iron-blue hue.

Inside the hall, the elders were trembling with fear, even deliberately slowing their breathing, for fear of making a sound that might provoke the sect leader's wrath.

The deacon kneeling on the ground buried his head deep in his arms, his body trembling like a leaf in a storm.

Time seemed to stretch out at that moment.

Every second was filled with suffocating oppression.

Finally.

"Oh..."

Yu Yuanzhen forced out a dry laugh.

Those deep eyes were devoid of any of their previous composure and confidence; only boundless rage remained, enough to burn everything!

"Okay... okay!"

He slammed his hand on the table, and the obsidian round table, as hard as iron, was cracked with spiderweb-like patterns by his single blow!

"What a Spirit Hall! What a Bibi Dong!"

Yu Yuanzhen suddenly stood up from the main seat, his burly body trembling violently with extreme anger. The domineering dragon might originating from his top-level Martial Soul erupted, making the air in the entire hall seem to freeze!

"Public trial? Three-party testimony? Plagiarism?!"

With each word he uttered, his voice rose eight octaves, until finally it was a frenzied roar!

"That rebellious son has disgraced the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, leaving them to be trampled upon across the entire continent!!!"

He wasn't feeling sorry for Yu Xiaogang.

He was heartbroken for his own face! Heartbroken for the prestige and dignity that the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan had built up over thousands of years!

"Sect Master, please calm your anger!"

The elders were so frightened by the terrifying pressure that their faces turned pale, and they all left their seats and knelt down on the ground.

"That unfilial son! That good-for-nothing!"

Yu Yuanzhen's eyes were bloodshot as he pointed in the direction of Spirit City, trembling with rage.

"I told you long ago that he was a good-for-nothing who only brought trouble upon himself! Now look what's happened! Not only has he ruined his own reputation, but he's also dragging the entire sect down with him!"

After venting his anger, Yu Yuanzhen's chest heaved violently, and the fury in his eyes was gradually replaced by coldness.

He was, after all, the head of a sect.

Anger solves nothing.

He slowly sat back down in the cracked chair, his voice hoarse.

"Pass on my orders."

The elders perked up and looked up in unison.

"Send the sect's most elite shadow guards, equipped with the 'Dragon-Binding Rope,' to ambush them on the route the Spirit Hall is sure to take when escorting that rebellious son."

Yu Yuanzhen's eyes were as cold as a block of ancient ice.

"Recruit Yu Xiaogang, and kill the Spirit Hall members!"

"Yes!"

The elders were startled and dared not say another word, responding in unison.

Meanwhile, at the Maple Dye Pavilion.

Night falls and the city lights come on.

At the barbecue stalls near the entrance, wisps of smoke and the enticing aroma of meat rose once again.

Chrysanthemum Douluo, with delicate fingers, carefully wiped the jade shovel clean, stored it in his Soul Tool, and then smiled as he helped Ye Lingling was still studying the Immortal Herb, to her feet.

"Come on, come on! A hard day's work is over, I'll take you to try some of the most delicious food in the world!"

Ye Lingling hesitated, her mind still immersed in the profound theories that Chrysanthemum Douluo had taught her that afternoon, wishing she could hug the Immortal Herb and take a nap.

"But, Senior Yue Guan, the nighttime care of the Immortal Herb..."

"Oh, those aren't urgent!"

Without saying a word, Chrysanthemum Douluo pulled her towards the barbecue stall.

"Let me tell you, Ning Rongrong's grilling skills are absolutely top-notch, she definitely learned them from her seniors! The taste is... wow..."

Over there, Ning Rongrong stood in front of the oven, utterly despondent, looking at the long line of people waiting in front of her, and sighed deeply.

As the "security captain," Qian Daoliu naturally ranked first, holding two pitchers of freshly brewed ice-cold beer in his hand, looking expectant.

Dugu Bo, meanwhile, hid in a corner and, by the light of the lamp, was writing furiously in his notebook.

[Evening Activity Observation Log: Barbecue.]

[Note: This appears to be a signature team-building activity of our restaurant. In-depth participation and recording of its social value and... taste are required.]

As the bustling day drew to a close, Lin Feng stretched and yawned behind the counter, preparing to go upstairs to wash up and go to bed.

But as soon as he stood up, a small, warm, and delicate hand gently tugged at his sleeve.

The force wasn't great, but it carried an unyielding determination that couldn't be refused.

"Lin Feng."

Bibi Dong's voice, devoid of Pope majesty, carried a perfectly appropriate softness and pleading tone.

"Etc."

Lin Feng paused, turned around, and saw Bibi Dong's beautiful amethyst eyes staring at him intently, her gaze shimmering as if containing a thousand stars.

"What's up?"

A sense of foreboding rose in Lin Feng's heart.

"Hmm..." Bibi Dong nodded slightly, a captivating blush appearing on her exquisite face. Her voice was so soft it seemed to drip water, "Um... it's been... so long since I've had skewers grilled by you."

I want to eat.

Holy crap?

Lin Feng's inner alarm bells were ringing loudly.

This woman's at it again! Why is she blushing like a teapot when she's just talking?!

Before Lin Feng could figure out how to brush it off with the excuse of "I'm too tired today, I'll do it next time," another, softer, and more aggressive voice rang out.

"Master~~"

Hu Liena's figure flashed over from the other side of the counter as if she had teleported, and she hung on his other arm.

Using that foul capital, they ruthlessly exerted physical pressure.

The astonishing sensation instantly numbed half of Lin Feng's arm.

She tilted her charming little face up, blinked her big, watery fox eyes, and her voice was so sweet it could melt your heart.

"Nana wants some too~" The last syllable of her voice trailed off, sweet enough to make you swoon, "I'll eat the ones you baked yourself~ okay~"

Damn it! Another one!

Lin Feng felt like a cookie sandwiched between two marshmallows, caught in a dilemma.

Just as he was about to righteously declare, "Don't be given special treatment," he suddenly felt a softness in front of him.

A unique body fragrance, a blend of orchid and milk, forcefully entered my nasal cavity.

Zhu Zhuyun's cat ears perked up instantly. Alert! Level one alert! An intruder has invaded within three feet of its master!

Her position as the "boss's number one maid" is facing an unprecedented and severe challenge!

How could Zhu Zhuyun just stand by and watch? She took a step forward, not giving the other two a chance to react, and softly bumped into Lin Feng's arms from the front.

"Master~" Zhu Zhuyun tilted her head back, hugging Lin Feng's waist tightly in a gesture of asserting ownership, her voice soft and sweet, "Master, I want to eat too~"

!!!

Lin Feng's brain went blank on the spot.

This... this is a foul! A red card! He must be sent off with a red card!

Before he could even speak, his body stiffened on the spot, and he even subconsciously took a deep breath.

However, that's not all.

He felt the hem of his clothes being gently, yet stubbornly, pinched.

Zhu Zhuqing didn't cling to him like the others. She simply walked silently behind Lin Feng, stretched out her small hand, and gently, yet with a hint of stubbornness, pinched the hem of his clothes with two fingers.

He didn't speak.

But that small amount of force already said it all.

I want one too!

In an instant, Lin Feng was completely "locked in" by four women from all four directions.

In the air, it seemed as if invisible bolts of lightning were colliding violently.

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

Four women.

Four different schemes.

But at this moment, a startling consensus was reached in a bizarre way.

Tonight, I'm determined to win over my master (Lin Feng)!