Douluo Continent Enthusiast Group: Is My Group Member Bibi Dong?

Inside the chat group known as the "Douluo Continent Enthusiast Group."

[Daddy Douluo]: Kids, let me tell you something awesome—I transmigrated!!!

[The Pope Herself]: ???

Spirit City.

Pope Palace.

Bibi Dong, the Pope of Spirit Hall, sat upon her throne.

Her black gown trailed along the floor.

A magnificent crown rested atop her head.

Her purple eyes stared straight ahead.

Having finished handling government affairs.

She was just about to close her eyes and rest.

When a light blue screen abruptly appeared before her.

Lines of glaring text flashed across it.

"Hm?"

Her brows drew together slightly.

"!!!"

Her vast Soul Power burst forth instinctively.

An invisible shockwave swept through the entire Pope Palace.

The suffocating pressure forced the guards outside the hall to drop to their knees.

They secretly wondered who had provoked this temperamental Pope.

A moment later.

Bibi Dong withdrew her aura.

"What is this?"

"Some kind of Soul Skill attack?"

She carefully examined the Light Screen before her.

She found that it was not a physical attack.

Nor did it carry any fluctuations of spiritual power or Soul Power.

It resembled some strange art she had never encountered before.

She extended her delicate hand, trying to touch the Light Screen.

Yet her fingertips passed straight through it.

She felt no resistance whatsoever.

"You—can you see what is in front of me?"

Bibi Dong's gaze fell upon a trembling guard at the entrance of the hall.

The guard immediately broke out in a cold sweat.

He hurriedly kowtowed.

"Y-Your Holiness the Pope, this subordinate... this subordinate saw nothing!"

"..."

After a long silence.

Bibi Dong flicked her sleeve.

"Leave."

"Yes!"

The guard felt as though he had been pardoned.

He quickly bowed and retreated.

Only Bibi Dong remained in the Pope Palace.

She turned her gaze back to the Light Screen.

A trace of curiosity flickered in her purple eyes.

"This thing appeared out of nowhere and can display words. What exactly is its origin?"

She intended to find out what trickery lay behind it.

Elsewhere.

Dihun Village.

Beneath an old locust tree.

At the site of the Martial Soul Awakening Ceremony.

Six-year-old Lin Qingmo, a black-haired, black-eyed boy, clenched his tiny fists.

His face was filled with irrepressible excitement.

[Daddy Douluo]: I have transmigrated!

[Daddy Douluo]: Coordinates—Douluo Continent!

[Daddy Douluo]: My current condition is excellent, aside from having the body of a six-year-old child.

[Daddy Douluo]: I haven't found my Golden Finger yet. My heart hurts so much I can barely breathe.

The translucent Light Screen floating in the air before him was the "Douluo Continent Enthusiast Group" from before his transmigration.

There were not many members in the group.

But they were all old friends who used to shoot the breeze together online.

At the moment, however, only one Bibi Dong fanatic with the nickname "The Pope Herself" was online.

Everyone usually called her Imperial Sister.

"Since I transmigrated to Douluo Continent, I obviously have to show off properly."

[Daddy Douluo]: @The Pope Herself, Imperial Sister, why are you the only one in the group? Where did A-Tu and the others go?

Only then did he realize it.

The once lively hobby group.

Now had only The Pope Herself online.

The group used to be noisy every single day.

But Lin Qingmo merely assumed that his transmigration had caused some problem with the Chat Group.

What he did not know was that "The Pope Herself" on the other side of the screen was not the Imperial Sister he knew.

She was the true Pope of Douluo Continent—Bibi Dong herself.

Inside the Pope Palace.

Bibi Dong narrowed her purple eyes dangerously.

Daddy Douluo?

"Such a flamboyant and arrogant title..."

When had someone with such a title appeared on Douluo Continent?

Could he be some Old Monster from a hidden sect?

Yet the way he spoke seemed frivolous and erratic.

He did not seem like an Old Monster who had lived for over a century.

After pondering for a moment, she tried sending a message.

[The Pope Herself]: What does transmigration mean?

[Daddy Douluo]: What? Imperial Sister, you've read so much Douluo fanfiction for nothing!

[Daddy Douluo]: I'm saying I transmigrated—actually transmigrated into the real world of Douluo Continent!

"Transmigrated between worlds?"

A storm raged within Bibi Dong's heart.

"Someone from another world?"

Could beings from other worlds truly exist?

After a moment of silence.

Bibi Dong was about to ask more questions.

When another new message popped up on the Light Screen.

[Daddy Douluo]: Enough of that for now. I'm just a six-year-old kid, and I'm awakening my Martial Soul!

[The Pope Herself]: ...

A six-year-old child?

And he was awakening his Martial Soul?

This was completely different from her previous guess.

How could a six-year-old child speak in such an erratic manner?

And claim to have come from another world, no less.

The doubts in Bibi Dong's heart deepened.

At the same time, she developed a keen interest in this "Daddy Douluo" and the mysterious Chat Group.

Back in Dihun Village.

The Awakening Ceremony was nearing its end.

"Next, Lin Qingmo!"

Hearing his name.

Lin Qingmo quickly walked to the center of the area.

The person responsible for awakening Martial Souls was a fairly young-looking man.

He looks familiar.

"Come here, little friend."

Lin Qingmo moved closer.

He studied the man carefully.

Then his eyes suddenly lit up.

He asked tentatively, "Uncle, what is your name?"

The Awakening Spirit Master gave him a strange look.

Then he casually said, "Little friend, my name is Su Yuntao. You can call me Brother Tao."

"Brother Tao?!"

Lin Qingmo's pupils shook on the spot.

Wasn't this the renowned Blind Douluo?!

He forcibly suppressed the wild joy in his heart.

Then rapidly sent a message in the Chat Group.

[Daddy Douluo]: My luck has exploded! Brother Tao—the Blind Douluo—is the one awakening my Martial Soul!

[Daddy Douluo]: @The Pope Herself, my dear Elder Sister, hurry up and wish me a soaring success!

Inside the Pope Palace.

Bibi Dong could not stop the corner of her mouth from twitching.

Blind Douluo?

What strange Title Douluo was that this time?

In all her years of life, she had never heard of such a self-insulting title.

And besides.

This Daddy Douluo actually dared to call her "Elder Sister"!

"Such frivolous behavior..."

It was the first time anyone had dared speak to her like this.

Still.

Bibi Dong also caught the key piece of information from his messages.

"It seems this Daddy Douluo really is a six-year-old child."

And he was about to awaken his Martial Soul.

"What kind of Martial Soul would a six-year-old child from another world awaken?"

Bibi Dong patiently refrained from replying and waited to see what happened next.

At the site of the Awakening Ceremony in Dihun Village.

Su Yuntao had already begun awakening Lin Qingmo's Martial Soul.

"Hold out your hand and relax."

Su Yuntao held a Crystal Ball.

He muttered an incantation.

Streams of golden light flowed from his hand and entered Lin Qingmo's body.

Lin Qingmo only felt a warm force flowing through him.

His limbs and bones all grew pleasantly warm.

A moment later.

His palm began to itch slightly.

He opened his hand.

A clump of Light Blue Grass slowly emerged.

The leaves were slender.

It looked too fragile to withstand the wind.

"Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul."

Su Yuntao looked at the little grass and spoke calmly.

Then he picked up the Crystal Ball and brought it close to Lin Qingmo.

"Come, test your Innate Soul Power."

Lin Qingmo placed his hand on the Crystal Ball.

The Crystal Ball instantly lit up with a faint blue glow.

The light only reached the fourth mark before stopping.

"Innate Soul Power, level four."

Su Yuntao withdrew the Crystal Ball.

His tone remained calm.

There was no surprise.

Nor was there disappointment.

Blue Silver Grass was a useless Martial Soul.

Martial Souls like this were common among children in these small villages.

However.

Lin Qingmo did not seem disappointed in the slightest.

Instead, he stared brightly at Su Yuntao.

Then asked expectantly:

"Grandmaster Su Yuntao, didn't you forget to say something?"

Su Yuntao froze.

"What?"

Hadn't he already told him about his Martial Soul and Innate Soul Power?

"That line about it being a 'useless Martial Soul'!"

"And you have to say it in a really disappointed tone!"

Lin Qingmo reminded him.

His face was full of urgency.

Su Yuntao: "..."

Lin Qingmo's expectant gaze made Su Yuntao mutter inwardly.

Does this kid have some kind of masochistic tendency?

He was actually hoping someone would call his Martial Soul useless.

"Cough..."

Su Yuntao cleared his throat.

Seeing Lin Qingmo's eager expression, he ultimately chose to satisfy his request.

He deliberately put on a disappointed expression.

Then said heavily:

"That's right, Blue Silver Grass... really is a useless Martial Soul."

"Awesome!"

Upon hearing the words "useless Martial Soul."

Lin Qingmo finally revealed a satisfied smile.

Once Brother Tao spoke, you knew whether it was the real deal!

This was in the bag!

Lin Qingmo skipped away from the awakening grounds.

Humming a little tune under his breath.

Watching his retreating figure.

Su Yuntao could not help shaking his head repeatedly.

"What a pitiful child."

"He awakened a useless Martial Soul and is still so happy. He probably can't accept reality and has gone mad."

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