The Soul Bone's True Fragrance Law, Bone Strength Brittle as Toilet Paper

As Tuoba Xi's voice, laced with endless longing and determination, fell, everyone's gaze instinctively converged upon him.

Deep inside, Lin Feng was already blooming with joy.

Good fellow.

This leek has a high level of awareness!

He managed to make ordering a dish sound like an epic pilgrimage.

However, Lin Feng's face remained as indifferent as it had been for ten thousand years.

His gaze swept casually over Tuoba Xi's aged face, which was written full of nervousness and anticipation.

"Granted."

A single word, "granted," was spoken with effortless ease, yet it carried the weight of a thousand jun.

It seemed to contain the supreme truth of heaven and earth where words become law, instantly settling Tuoba Xi's heart, which had been hanging in mid-air, firmly back into his chest.

After speaking, Lin Feng did not spare him another glance.

He turned around and, with unhurried steps, walked straight toward the kitchen.

In the eyes of the crowd, that retreating figure appeared increasingly unfathomable, as if it carried the karma and opportunities of the entire world.

Tuoba Xi exhaled a long, heavy breath.

That breath even carried a tremor of relief.

He sat down slowly, his back straight as a rod. All the tension and anxiety had faded from his aged face, leaving behind only a sense of absolute piety and anticipation.

On the other side, Spirit Kite Douluo finally set down her bowl and chopsticks.

She wiped her small mouth with satisfaction.

A flush of color rose on her disheveled, pretty face, brought on by the extreme deliciousness of the meal.

The exquisite food seemed to have applied a thick layer of plaster to her soul, which had just been publicly executed and shattered into pieces.

Although she still creaked when she walked, at least she was pieced back together.

Food, indeed, was the ultimate cure for everything.

However, when she subconsciously raised her head and her gaze met that unfathomable back heading toward the kitchen once more, another image uncontrollably surfaced in her mind.

That dark golden spirit bone suspended in the air.

And Demon Bear Douluo's near-manic ecstasy and prostration.

A thought, like a demonic claw reaching out from the abyss, silently coiled around her soul.

I... also spent money.

She murmured to herself in her heart, using a voice that felt foreign even to her.

Since I spent money...

Then according to the rules here...

Could I also enter the draw?

To draw... something like Demon Bear's... spirit bone?

The moment this thought was born, it was like a demonic seed cast into the lake of her heart; it instantly took root and sprouted, its vines growing wildly until, in the blink of an eye, they had overgrown her entire heart!

It greedily devoured her reserve as a "pure gourmet," crowding out every inch of space that belonged to reason.

Yes, the food at this shop was so good that she was willing to abandon everything.

It was her only solace.

But!

However!

If...

If she could enjoy this supreme delicacy while also casually obtaining a spirit bone that would drive every Title Douluo on the continent mad...

Wouldn't that happiness be even greater?

No!

That would be double the happiness, multiplied by double the happiness!

Spirit Kite Douluo's breathing became scorching and rapid at this moment.

Her brain uncontrollably conjured up the image of Yan's face twisted in a spasm of laughter, and the strange expression on Tuoba Xi's face as he tried to laugh but dared not...

Finally, the image froze on her own face, dull and desperate, with two oily noodles hanging from her nostrils!

But with a spirit bone, everything would be different!

As long as she, Spirit Kite Douluo, could obtain a spirit bone rarer and more powerful than Demon Bear's!

Who would dare to gossip behind her back about the shameful incident of the noodles hanging from her nose?!

Who would dare to remember that ridiculous scene?!

Power!

Absolute power, enough to crush all rumors and gossip beneath its weight!

At this thought, the phoenix eyes of Spirit Kite Douluo, which had just regained their luster, were instantly ignited by a brand-new, far more scorching flame!

She gritted her teeth, her decision made in a heartbeat.

The next second, she began counting out Gold Soul Coins from her Storage Soul Tool without a moment's hesitation.

Her movements were lightning-fast, tinged with an impatient, almost religious fervor.

She had to wait.

Wait for Tuoba Xi to finish his meal.

And then, she would go—immediately, right now—behind the counter, to that mysterious senior...

To welcome the heaven-sent opportunity that belonged to her!

The simple curtain of the back kitchen was gently pushed aside by a hand.

Lin Feng's figure emerged once again, unhurried and calm.

He held a plain wooden tray, yet it seemed to carry three suns, radiating a brilliant light so dazzling that one dared not look directly at it!

The first dish: Golden Dragon Whisker Noodles.

The noodles were as fine as hair, possessing a pure, flowing golden hue. Each strand was distinct, as if drawn from divine metal.

Merely resting in the bowl, a faint dragon's might drifted outward, causing the very air to solidify!

The second dish: Holy Light Qilin Arm.

It was a beast's limb roasted to a perfect amber, with holy light rippling across its skin. One could vaguely see profound runes flickering in and out of existence within it.

The rich aroma of meat and the aura of holiness intertwined perfectly, creating a contradictory temptation that made one's soul tremble!

Finally, a pot of wine.

Ten-Thousand-Year Dragon Blood Brew.

The flagon was ordinary celadon, but what it held was a dark red liquid, viscous as molten lava, radiating a majestic life force!

As Lin Feng placed these three dishes one by one before Tuoba Xi, the old man's weathered face froze completely.

He didn't even dare to breathe!

He feared that his exhaled breath might blow away the divine light lingering over the food!

Yet, this solemn atmosphere lasted less than three seconds.

It was brutally shattered by a sudden, dull thud accompanied by the clatter of Gold Soul Coins!

"Bang!"

A fiery figure, trailing a fragrant breeze, rushed to the counter regardless of decorum.

It was Spirit Kite Douluo.

With a lingering flush on her face, she slammed a heavy, bulging money bag onto the counter!

Her chest heaved violently, her breathing ragged, and those beautiful phoenix eyes were locked onto Lin Feng, who still leaned lazily against his rocking chair.

That gaze was no longer mere longing; it was a mixture of shame, resentment, and the madness of a gambler staking their entire fortune on the table!

She would wash away the humiliation that had just been etched into history with an even greater victory!

Her voice trembled with excitement, yet it rang out with startling clarity for everyone to hear.

"Senior, I want to draw a prize too!"

Lin Feng cracked open one eye. His gaze was as calm as an ancient well as he swept it over the woman before the counter, whose breathing was rapid and whose face clearly read, "I want to win it all back."

In his heart, however, it was a different story.

[Tsk, she's already broken?]

[So much for being a pure gourmet. I thought this leek was of a higher breed, but it seems she couldn't escape the 'true fragrance' law of soul bones after all.]

Sure enough, the next second, the system's cold, yet slightly amused and sharp-tongued voice rang out precisely in his mind.

[Ding! You small-fry host, do you see it?]

[This system told you long ago: in the face of an opportunity that can defy the heavens and change one's fate, so-called integrity and reserve are as fragile as toilet paper.]

[Look at her now—doesn't she look like a gambler who has lost all her chips and is ready to bet her last pair of underwear?]

The corners of Lin Feng's mouth curled up imperceptibly, only for him to force them back down.

[Shut up and count the money.]

He replied dismissively in his mind.

Facing Spirit Kite Douluo's burning gaze, Lin Feng merely lifted his chin in a lazy gesture.

With that subtle movement, the heavy money bag on the counter vanished into thin air, right before everyone's eyes, without a trace.