Angel Rakshasa Dong's scream hit the room like a deep-sea charge detonated in a calm lake.
Divine Rank?!
Hu Liena, Zhu Zhuyun, and Zhu Zhuqing's eyes snapped wide open in perfect sync, all three locking onto Bibi Dong at the same time.
They didn't fully understand the abstract concept of the Divine Rank.
But they understood Angel Rakshasa Dong.
She carried two genuine Godly Souls within her body.
If she said it—then it was fact.
The air on the first floor of Feng Ran Pavilion instantly solidified.
Even Qian Daoliu and Bo Saixi—who had unconsciously taken up guard positions at some point—and Sea Horse Douluo, who was still adapting to his new role as a "probationary security guard," all leaned out from the doorway at the same time.
Three heads.
One direction.
Shock.
From Bibi Dong—who had just finished dressing and was calmly descending the stairs—they felt a pressure even more terrifying than Di Tian's arrogant beastly presence from yesterday.
This wasn't spirit power suppression.
It was a fundamental dominance of life level.
An absolute crushing force.
Qian Daoliu's eyelids twitched violently.
They had stood guard here day after day, slowly accumulating traces of divine affinity through Senior's mysterious lottery system—and none of them had even touched the threshold of godhood.
And you—
You became a Divinity overnight?!
Was there any justice left in this world?!
If Qian Daoliu and the others were suffering worldview collapse…
Then what exploded inside Hu Liena and the others' minds was a full-scale ideological apocalypse.
Last night, Teacher was still a level-99 peak Douluo.
This morning—
She had stepped into the Divine Rank.
There was no need for a formal concept like dual cultivation.
Even using their toes, they could guess what had happened.
One night.
One man.
Instant godhood.
At this moment, spirit bones, immortal treasures, even hundred-thousand-year spirit rings all felt utterly trivial compared to the ultimate opportunity known as—
Lin Feng himself.
"So… that's how it is…"
Zhu Zhuyun muttered softly, the jealousy in her feline eyes practically combusting.
Only now did she realize what kind of once-in-a-lifetime opportunity she had missed last night.
Hu Liena bit her lower lip hard, teeth nearly breaking skin.
The vow formed instantly.
Tonight.
No—starting now.
Even if heads cracked and blood flowed, even if everything had to be gambled—
They had to secure second place.
It was in this explosively tense atmosphere that Lin Feng's lazy voice drifted across the table.
Completely unbothered.
"Nana," he said casually, "don't just stand there. Go bring breakfast."
"Huh? O-okay!"
Hu Liena jolted, snapping out of her jealousy spiral.
She hurried to the kitchen, forcing on her sweetest, most obedient smile.
But—
When she emerged carrying a massive silver tray, obedience had vanished completely.
Her steps slowed.
Then slowed again.
Her fox eyes locked onto the tray and refused to blink.
Saliva betrayed her at the corner of her mouth.
On the tray sat three unfamiliar yet devastatingly attractive items.
The first were small golden pastries—egg tarts.
Layers of flaky crust shimmered in the morning light, thin as cicada wings. At their center trembled a glossy, golden custard, rich and warm like melted amber.
Milk. Egg. Caramel.
The aroma attacked her soul without mercy.
The second dish sat in delicate crystal cups—pure white pudding, smooth as polished jade, gently wobbling at the slightest movement.
Just looking at it made hearts soften.
The third was a warm, milk-coffee-colored drink in transparent cups. Black pearl-like spheres rested at the bottom.
Milk tea.
This was Lin Feng's spontaneous Divine-Rank breakfast menu.
Egg tarts.
Pudding.
Milk tea.
The moment Hu Liena saw them, all jealousy evaporated.
Bibi Dong?
Divine Rank?
Competition?
Gone.
Only desire remained.
When the tray finally hit the table—
"Wow!"
Zhu Zhuyun, Zhu Zhuqing, and even Ah Yin exclaimed at the same time.
They were girls.
They had no resistance to desserts that looked this good.
Without a word, the three reached for warm egg tarts.
Zhu Zhuyun took a bite.
Crunch.
The crust shattered delicately, filling her mouth with fragrant flakes.
Then—
The custard.
"Mmm!"
Her eyes lit up instantly.
Warm, silky, sweet but not cloying—the filling melted effortlessly, wrapping her palate in comfort and happiness.
All jealousy vanished.
All resentment dissolved.
In front of this bite, everything else was meaningless.
Delicious.
Absolutely delicious.
Hu Liena and Zhu Zhuqing were no different.
Three girls sat there like hamsters who'd found treasure, cheeks puffed, crumbs everywhere, smiles so pure it hurt.
Only Bibi Dong behaved differently.
As the undisputed victor.
The "official wife."
She didn't rush.
Instead, she picked up a silver spoon and gently scooped a portion of pudding.
It trembled softly on the spoon, flawless and smooth.
She tasted it.
It melted instantly.
Rich. Silky. Utterly indulgent.
Bibi Dong's body trembled slightly.
Her proud amethyst eyes narrowed in unmistakable satisfaction.
The next spoonful came much faster.
Watching everyone eat without her, Angel Rakshasa Dong finally panicked.
"Hey! What are you doing?! Ignoring me?"
"I'm a guest!"
She rushed forward and snatched her share before it vanished.
Otherwise, there wouldn't even be crumbs left.
And in this atmosphere of blissful, food-filled chaos—
Two figures quietly appeared at the entrance of Feng Ran Pavilion.