Bibi Dong Silenced, Completely Shattered!

Bibi Dong's threat had no effect whatsoever.

[I Have No Mother: You're already breaking down? It seems you really don't know who we are. Otherwise, you'll regret what you just said.]

[Little Witch: I'm so scared! The Pontiff is so imposing! Come find me, then.]

[Gentle Fire Dragon: Tsk tsk, Bibi Dong, this is all you're capable of. You can't deal with the Worship Hall, so all you can do is rage helplessly here.]

Each piercing remark made Bibi Dong's chest heave violently, and the view beneath her tea-soaked clothing rose and fell with it.

She had never suffered such utter humiliation!

[Pontiff: You lot, and that coward hiding in the shadows! Just you wait!]

[Pontiff: I'll remember every one of you!]

Bibi Dong knew that she could not possibly outargue these women when they had joined forces.

If she continued arguing, she would only humiliate herself further.

So, she abruptly turned her attention toward the group leader, who had remained silent from beginning to end.

[Pontiff: @Emperor Lu, why are you the group leader?]

[Pontiff: What right do you have to be the master of this group?!]

[Pontiff: I order you to give me the position of group leader! Now! Immediately!]

Her words were filled with an imperious tone that brooked no refusal, a habit she had developed over many years as the Pontiff.

Yet the response she expected never came.

Just as she was about to send another message and continue applying pressure, a line of striking crimson text suddenly appeared above her input box.

[Pontiff has been muted for five minutes!!!]

Bibi Dong's finger, poised to send the message, froze in midair.

Her noble, beautiful phoenix eyes instantly widened to their limit.

Muted?

She... had been muted?

After a brief moment of stunned disbelief, an unprecedented fury surged from the depths of her heart to the top of her head like an erupting volcano!

"Bastard!"

A low roar, suppressing extreme fury, echoed through the empty Pontiff's Palace.

Bibi Dong shot to her feet from her throne. Her noble and elegant bearing had vanished entirely, and her peerless face was flushed red with rage.

Her slender, shapely legs clad in Purple Stockings trembled faintly from anger, while her delicate jade feet curled uneasily against the carpet.

That damned group leader!

That bastard called Emperor Lu!

He actually dared to mute her?!

How dare he!

"!!!"

Bibi Dong paced back and forth through the hall, the fury in her chest nearly setting her entire body ablaze.

She wished she could drag that Emperor Lu out right now, lock him in the deepest Secret Chamber, and subject him to every torture Spirit Hall possessed.

She would make him understand just how foolish it was to offend a Pontiff!

At that thought, a bloodthirsty glint flashed through her eyes.

Once I find you, I'll make sure to... torture you viciously!

Heaven Dou City, the Crown Prince's Eastern Palace.

Within the luxurious bedchamber, warm jade covered the floor, pearl curtains hung lightly, and a faint fragrance filled the air.

A peerlessly beautiful figure reclined on her side upon a soft bed of cloud silk. She had removed the Golden Palace Dress symbolizing the crown prince's majesty and changed into a thin goose-yellow silk nightgown.

Qian Renxue!

At this moment, she no longer possessed even a trace of Crown Prince Xue Qinghe's usual gentle elegance.

Her stunningly beautiful face was full of gloating delight.

Her brilliant golden long hair poured across the pillow like a waterfall, forming a stark contrast against the snowy-white sheets and making her flawless, supple skin appear even fairer.

The hem of her nightgown reached only the middle of her thighs, and her body trembled faintly along with her cheerful laughter.

Her straight, slender jade legs swayed gently as well, gleaming like ivory beneath the soft lamplight.

Her ankles were slender, and her ten delicate toes were round and lovely as pearls, creating a sight enough to make any man's blood race.

"Pfft... Hahaha!"

Qian Renxue could no longer hold it in. She laughed so hard that her body shook like a flower in the wind, rolling over on the bed and fully revealing the graceful curves beneath her silk nightgown.

"Bibi Dong, you deserved that!"

"Good muting!"

She could practically imagine that lofty woman.

How furious and frantic she must be in the Pontiff's Palace right now, how helplessly enraged.

At the thought of Bibi Dong's face twisted by fury, the pleasure in Qian Renxue's heart surged endlessly like a tidal wave.

After all these years, this was the first time she had seen that woman suffer such a huge setback!

Wonderful! It was simply too wonderful!

After laughing for quite a while, she gradually calmed down. Her azure blue beautiful eyes once again fell upon the Jade Mirror floating before her.

This thing was unfathomably mysterious. Not only could it connect people separated by thousands of miles, but the group leader could even mute the Pontiff at will.

What kind of existence was it?

And what functions did it possess?

Who exactly was the group leader?

Qian Renxue's curiosity was thoroughly stirred. Her slender jade fingers lightly tapped the virtual mirror surface.

[I Have No Mother: What functions does this Chat Group have? @Emperor Lu, Group Leader, could you tell us about it?]

The instant her message was sent, it immediately triggered a chain reaction.

[Little Witch: Yeah, yeah! Hurry and tell us, what can this thing actually do?]

[Bunny is the Cutest: What can it do besides chat?]

[Gentle Fire Dragon: I'm curious too.]

Clearly, everyone held the same questions as Qian Renxue.

What use did this suddenly appearing Chat Group have?

Meanwhile, Heaven Dou City, Blue Tyrant Academy.

Inside an ordinary student dormitory, Lu Ming sat cross-legged on his bed, watching the messages continuously refresh in the Chat Group as the corner of his mouth lifted slightly.

The fish had taken the bait.

This was exactly the moment he had been waiting for.

To keep the Chat Group active, he had to cast enough bait.

And for these "natives" of the Douluo Continent, nothing was more enticing than power, treasures, and opportunities to change their fate.

With a slight shift of thought, he slowly typed out a line.

[Emperor Lu (Group Leader): This group's functions are simple, yet far from simple.]

[Emperor Lu (Group Leader): You only need to share interesting stories you know or have personally experienced in the group. As long as the story is exciting enough to satisfy me, the Group Leader, or liven up the atmosphere in the group, you will receive corresponding rewards.]

His words were like a stone cast into a calm lake, instantly stirring wave after wave of ripples.

[Poison Fairy: What rewards? Do you have anything that can cure the snake venom in my body?]

When Lu Ming saw that message, he immediately understood. As expected, it was Dugu Yan.

He continued reading.

[Gentle Fire Dragon: Is there... anything that can make a Martial Soul evolve?]

A trace of warmth flowed through Lu Ming's heart when he saw that message.

This was his Adoptive Mother, Liu Erlong.

Her lifelong regret was that her Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul had mutated, limiting its potential, while her adopted son's Martial Soul was at too great a disadvantage.