Such a ruthless kick, at least two egg tarts must be exchanged!

The entire hall fell silent.

Lin Feng stared at the woman in front of him, her back to him, her posture alluring, and her seemingly inviting being beaten, and he was a little confused.

He was just an ordinary restaurant owner.

These days, does running a restaurant mean you have to cater to customers' strange fetishes on top of that?

You want to trade your ass for egg tarts without paying?

What's this new payment method? Butt-swipe payment?

He had a million complaints in his mind, but he didn't know whether he should say them or not.

Meanwhile, Bi Ji, standing nearby, had completely given up.

In despair, she raised her hand and covered her face, feeling that she had never been so humiliated in her life.

The Soul Beast Clan has completely lost face, starting with Di Tian's pig-headed face and ending with Zi JI's protruding backside.

My lord, the task is too difficult, I really cannot do it!

Just as Bi Ji's anger was about to overwhelm her reason for the second time, and she was about to deal with her family on the spot.

A voice, cold yet imposing, rang out.

"Where did this pheasant come from, daring to cause trouble here?"

It's Bibi Dong.

She had finally managed to sit on the throne of "Empress," and was now thinking about how to guard against Hu Liena and Zhu Zhuyun, those two little vixens who were always plotting to "usurp power."

And then, a new one appeared?

And this is even more outrageous; they just come on top of everyone with their butt sticking out—is this some kind of fancy trick?

How could she tolerate this?

Bang!

A muffled thud.

Bibi Dong didn't even stand up; she simply sat in the chair, casually raised her leg, and kicked out.

But she forgot.

She is not the same person she was yesterday.

This kick contained divine power that even she herself could not fully control.

"Awooo--!!!"

A scream, a hundred times more shrill than the one she had when she hadn't eaten the egg tart, burst from Zi JI's throat.

She was like a purple cannonball, kicked off the ground by an irresistible force, tracing a beautiful parabola in the air.

Finally, with a "thud," he landed face-first on the ground again, sparks flying as he slid from the center of the lobby all the way to the restaurant entrance, where his head slammed against the threshold with a "thud."

Qian Daoliu and Bo Saixi instinctively shrank back.

It almost fell on my foot.

Zi JI lay on the ground, feeling as if her buttocks no longer belonged to her.

It burned like a hot iron.

But at that moment, her mind became more active than ever before.

She shakily raised two fingers, pointing them in Lin Feng's direction, her voice filled with the pain she endured and the boundless desire for delicious food.

"That... that was such a vicious kick..."

"At least... at least two more need to be replaced!"

However, as she rubbed her bottom and struggled to turn around, trying to confirm the "payer,"...

She saw it.

The one who kicked her was the woman sitting next to Lin Feng, her face full of disdain and arrogance.

It's not that god.

Zi JI's mind went blank.

The sky has fallen.

Transaction... invalid?

Then all that beating I took was for nothing?

Just as Zi JI's worldview was crumbling and she began to seriously consider whether she should shamelessly blame Lin Feng for the kick.

Bi Ji, standing to the side, finally came to her senses from her sister's astonishing actions.

She finally noticed it too.

On the other side of the table, there was a quiet, stunningly beautiful woman holding a glass of strange liquid, sipping small sips of black pearls.

Ah Yin.

Bi Ji's pupils contracted slightly.

She could clearly sense the familiar and pure life force emanating from the other person, a Soul Beast herself.

Moreover, it's Plant-type Soul Beast that's over 100,000 years old!

She sat there peacefully, sharing her food with that god and these humans?

Bi Ji's heart skipped a beat.

A bold idea popped into my head uncontrollably.

Could it be... that the Lord's guess is true?

This mysterious deity not only harbored no ill will towards their Soul Beast Clan, but was even quite friendly towards them?

This discovery instantly rekindled the flame of hope in Bi Ji's heart, which had been filled with shame because of Zi JI.

She ignored her younger sister at the door who was still agonizing over the conversion between buttocks and egg tarts.

Bi Ji straightened her slightly disheveled clothes, bowed deeply to Lin Feng once more, her tone filled with unprecedented anticipation and sincerity.

"My lord, may I ask... what is your attitude towards our Soul Beast Clan?"

This question also piqued the interest of everyone present who had been listening intently.

Qian Daoliu, Bo Saixi, Hu Liena...

All eyes were focused on Lin Feng.

Under the expectant gaze of everyone, Lin Feng slowly put down his teacup, raised his eyelids, and glanced at Bi Ji.

He rested his chin on his hand and spoke casually, as if discussing what to have for dinner.

"Soul Beast?"

"No particular attitude."

"As long as they don't cause trouble here, whether they're human, Soul Beast, or god, it's all the same to me."

"..."

Bi Ji's expectant expression froze.

That's it?

Is that all?

She imagined countless possibilities in her mind.

Whether friendly, wary, or conditional.

But she never expected such a... almost "ignoring" answer.

This is like you meticulously preparing a 10,000-word paper, hoping to discuss academic issues with a top professor, only to have the professor simply wave their hand and say, "Oh, do as you please."

The huge psychological gap left Bi Ji somewhat dazed.

"Does Your Majesty mean..." Bi Ji persisted, still trying to find a way to provoke them, "As long as we don't provoke you, you won't attack us?"

"Otherwise what?" Lin Feng retorted, his gaze as if he were looking at a fool.

"You Soul Beast haven't owed me any money for meals, why would I bother attacking you for no reason?"

Bi Ji: "..."

Hu Liena muttered to herself, "Didn't you beat Di Tian up pretty badly?"

Lin Feng raised an eyelid. "He just went looking for a fight; it was a 'passionate brawl,' so it doesn't count."

Hu Liena: "..."

That makes so much sense, doesn't it?

Bi Ji took a deep breath, forcing herself to break free from the disappointment of "I've already taken my pants off and this is what you show me."

She realized that trying to approach the issue from a "racial standpoint" perspective wouldn't work.

The other person's perspective, or rather, their "indifference," far exceeded her expectations.

Let's change the question then!

A question that also troubled them, and was also one of the most important purposes of this trip!

Bi Ji's eyes sharpened again, and she bowed once more, asking in a more serious tone.

"My lord, please forgive my intrusion."

"Why would someone as great as you not reside in the supreme Divine Realm, but instead condescend to a... 'barren' place like the Douluo Continent?"

"Or rather, do you have some... purpose in coming here?"

This is a question that not only Bi Ji wants to know.

It was the biggest question in the minds of everyone present who knew Lin Feng's identity, including Qian Daoliu, Bo Saixi, Bibi Dong, and Hu Liena!

In an instant, the entire hall fell silent once more.

Everyone's breathing involuntarily slowed down.

They watched the man lounging lazily in his chair, awaiting the answer that could potentially upend the entire continent.

Under everyone's watchful eyes.

Lin Feng finally sat up straight.

He picked up the teacup on the table, took a sip, and looked around at the faces of everyone who were filled with a thirst for knowledge.

Finally, he slowly opened his mouth.

"Because..."