Chrysanthemum Douluo: Okay, He's Gone!
Zhu Zhuyun's beautiful eyes flickered.
Her gaze swept across her sister Zhu Zhuqing—sharp, probing, dissecting.
Good.
No heartache.
No hesitation.
No lingering attachment.
Only cold indifference… and beneath that, a suppressed joy, faint but undeniable.
Zhu Zhuyun's shoulders loosened.
She turned her eyes back to Dai Mubai's mangled body lying like a sack of spoiled meat on the floor.
Her lips curled in open schadenfreude.
The more miserable the Dai family's trash looked, the happier she felt.
If he died here today?
The more tragic—the better.
Meanwhile, Lin Feng felt a vague headache rising.
Dai Mubai?
Why was this pest from Shrek showing up again?
But outwardly, he was expressionless.
With a lazy tilt of his chin, he gestured.
Just one movement—yet irresistible.
Ning Fengzhi immediately understood, hurriedly reporting Dai Mubai's "crimes," his tone trembling with fear and fury.
"Reporting to Senior! This villain is vile and shameless—he even dared…"
His voice faltered.
Instinctively, he glanced toward Zhu Zhuqing in the corner before forcing himself to continue.
"…even dared to insult God Envoy Zhuqing."
The moment those words dropped—
Crack.
The chopsticks in Zhu Zhuqing's hand bent slightly—her knuckles turning white.
She didn't look up.
But the chilling, murderous frost leaking off her body spread through the hall like a winter storm.
Behind the counter, Lin Feng's eyes narrowed.
Insult my employee?
He scoffed inwardly.
Good. That arm deserved to go.
The temperature in the hall plummeted several degrees.
Chrysanthemum Douluo froze mid-sip.
Ghost Douluo's shadows thickened around him.
To insult Zhu Zhuqing—Senior's personal employee—
was to slap Senior's face.
This Star Luo prince…
truly had a death wish.
Ning Fengzhi sensed the murderous shift in the air but had no choice—he continued desperately.
"And… and he also said that Senior… Senior is a liar…"
He felt his heart go cold.
Because—
Clink.
Bibi Dong set down her chopsticks.
The sound was soft.
But her eyes…
turned to pure ice.
Across from her—
Bang!
Golden Crocodile Douluo slammed his teacup down, splashing scalding tea everywhere, oblivious to it.
Their Senior—
the one who granted divine opportunities, the one whose mere presence elevated their limits—
a liar?
This wasn't merely seeking death.
This was digging up all their ancestral graves and setting them on fire.
Ning Fengzhi nearly collapsed under the collective killing intent drilling into his back like steel needles.
Damn it! Why are you glaring at me?!
The culprit is right there dying on the floor!
He swallowed and pushed out the final pieces of Dai Mubai's sins.
"H-he also incited us to…"
Sword Douluo quietly prompted behind him:
"…Immortal Herb."
"Yes! Immortal Herb!"
Ning Fengzhi seized the lifeline like a drowning man.
"He claimed Senior possessed Immortal Herbs that transform people!"
"He said… the Star Luo Empire could join forces with our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School to attack Feng Ran Pavilion!"
BOOM—!!!
Qian Daoliu stood abruptly, the thousand-year ironwood table creaking under his palm.
"Presumptuous!!!"
His level 99 aura flared so violently the wooden beams of the ceiling trembled.
Attack Feng Ran Pavilion?
This was the gate he guarded!
Someone wanted to wreck his workplace
and destroy his rice bowl?!
That was a crime worse than treason.
But—
Just as the killing intent thickened to the point of suffocating—
Lin Feng lazily raised his hand.
With that simple motion—
Sixteen Titled Douluos' killing intent
vanished
instantly.
Ning Fengzhi collapsed, gasping like a fish thrown onto land.
He squeezed out the final, trembling words:
"A-and… he even planned to torture Senior to force out all the Immortal Herbs' whereabouts…"
His voice weakened…
until it faded.
He could not continue.
Because the next words might kill him.
The restaurant sank into a deadly silence.
The kind of silence before an erupting volcano.
The sixteen Titled Douluo all stood at once.
No spirit rings.
No martial spirits.
No pressure release.
Yet each one radiated enough murderous fury to tear apart a city.
Finally, Ning Fengzhi delivered the finishing blow—cutting ties completely.
"Junior severed one of his arms and brought him alive for Senior to deal with."
Under everyone's gaze—
Lin Feng smiled.
A smile with no warmth.
He tilted his head slightly at Chrysanthemum Douluo, who was closest.
"Wake him up."
"Understood, Senior!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo lit up like a lantern.
Ecstasy bloomed on his face.
A chance—
to perform in front of Senior!
He sashayed over, hips swaying, toes light, as if stepping onto a dance stage.
He stood above the unconscious Dai Mubai, raised his orchid fingers to his lips, and cooed:
"Little brat… still sleeping?"
"Senior is calling you. Time to wake up~"
His voice was soft—almost tender.
But—
Before the softness ended—
Chrysanthemum Douluo lifted his foot.
Graceful.
Dainty.
Like a lady preparing to test bathwater.
Then—
That soft boot came down on Dai Mubai's left calf—
with the force of a meteor.
CRRRRRACK—THUD!!!
Not the clean snap of a bone—
But the wet, pulpy crunch of flesh and bone being crushed into paste.
Dai Mubai's entire body jerked violently!
Back arching half a meter off the ground—
Eyes flying open—
Bloodshot—
pupils shrinking into needles—
A beat of silence.
0.5 seconds.
Then—
"AAAAAHHHHHHHHH—!!!"
A scream ripped through Feng Ran Pavilion—
so raw and inhuman it shook the morning air.
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a poem written by my brother on river Ganga after watching documentary by Jeremy Wade , I thought I should share with people and this is the only platform I use where if posted more than 10 people will watch
{will ask him to write this in english as well because when i tried google & gpt both butchered it}
भीषण हो रहा अन्याय,हे देवव्रत,
मैली कर दी जटाये, टूटा हर व्रत
पावनता में घोल हलाहल,
डुबकी मारे सब नारी नर,
आन पड़ा ये भारी संकट,
माता का है अंत निकट
english
Grievous injustice darkens the land, O Devavrata,
Matted locks defiled, every sacred vow shattered.
Poison is stirred into what once was pure and bright,
Men and women alike drown in this moral blight.
A crushing calamity looms high ,
The Mother's mortis draws nigh.
{Here I've tried to throw some light on the pollution of river Ganga even after it is revered holy by millions I have written it in such a format that I'm telling about this situation to Devavrata often known as Bheeshm Peetamah a prominent warrior in the Hindu epic-Mahabharata who is addressed as Gangaputra i.e. Son of Ganga I'm trying to fill him in on the dire circumstances. As the river Ganga is said to be originating from the dreadlocks of Shiva consequently the human greed have tainted even the destroyer of worlds and due to the all time high river dumping the river will soon be dead}