Brother Tao Speaks, and You Know This One's in the Bag!

Lin Qingmo ran all the way home.

He eagerly shared his "results" in the Chat Group.

[Daddy Douluo]: We're taking off! We're really taking off this time!

Inside Pope Palace.

Bibi Dong's heart stirred when she saw the message.

[The Pope Herself]: What Martial Soul did you awaken to make you so happy?

"Could he have awakened a powerful Martial Soul?"

Bibi Dong could not help but grow curious.

[Daddy Douluo]: Blue Silver Grass! Innate Soul Power Rank Four—definitely the Chosen One setup!

[The Pope Herself]: ...

Bibi Dong carefully checked the words on the Light Screen.

She confirmed that she had not misread them.

Her expression gradually darkened.

Blue Silver Grass?

A useless Martial Soul!

Innate Soul Power Rank Four?

Trash among trash!

"And that qualifies as a Chosen One?"

Bibi Dong felt as though her intelligence had been insulted.

"How laughable. I actually had expectations for him..."

[The Pope Herself]: What is there to be happy about with a useless Martial Soul?

[Daddy Douluo]: Tsk, tsk, Imperial Sister, you're still too young.

[Daddy Douluo]: Have you forgotten Blind Douluo's certification?

[Daddy Douluo]: My useless Martial Soul was personally certified by Blind Douluo!

[Daddy Douluo]: Back then, Little Scumbag was also certified by Blind Douluo as having a Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul, and then he soared all the way to godhood and became a God King!

[Daddy Douluo]: Mine might be a little worse, but it's still Blue Silver Grass!

[Daddy Douluo]: Same setup as Little Scumbag. If that doesn't make me a Chosen One, what does?

Little Scumbag? Who was that?

He had actually become a god!

Could this Blind Douluo really be so formidable?

"..."

Fine...

Bibi Dong realized that she and this Daddy Douluo were simply not on the same wavelength.

She could not understand much of what he said,

but she vaguely sensed that this child from another world seemed to know a great deal about Douluo Continent.

[Daddy Douluo]: Imperial Sister, just wait and see. It won't be long before I become the coolest guy on Douluo Continent!

[Daddy Douluo]: Once I take down Spirit Hall, why can Bibi Dong sit in the Pope's seat while I can't?

[Daddy Douluo]: When the time comes, I'll keep your idol, Imperial Sister, and show her off on social media every day!

Inside Pope Palace.

The Light Screen remained filled with provocations against her position as Pope.

Yet Bibi Dong was not angry in the slightest.

Instead, a captivating curve rose at the corners of her lips.

"Take my position as Pope? And keep me captive?"

This little fellow from another world truly was arrogant.

However.

She was increasingly looking forward to seeing what amusing things this little fellow, who held a useless Martial Soul yet called himself a Chosen One, would do next.

[The Pope Herself]: Fine, I'll wait and watch you... take off.

Lin Qingmo immediately beamed when he saw Bibi Dong's reply.

"Just wait for the good news of my comeback!"

He put away the Chat Group Light Screen.

Then he released his Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul.

A huge question mark seemed to appear above Lin Qingmo's head.

"Come to think of it, how exactly am I supposed to cultivate Blue Silver Grass?"

"Golden Finger, help me out!"

Time flew by.

Half a year passed just like that.

Mist filled the Pope Bedchamber deep within Pope Palace.

Inside the carved and gilded bath pool.

Warm spring water rippled with shimmering light.

Bibi Dong's slender yet voluptuous figure appeared hazy and enchanting within it.

Her jet-black hair cascaded down like a waterfall.

Water-dampened strands clung tightly to her snow-white skin.

Outlining her graceful curves.

Her hazy figure flickered in and out of view amid the mist.

She exuded a cold, noble air that kept strangers at a distance.

Her jade-like fingers lightly stirred the water's surface.

Sending rings of ripples outward.

Yet her cool, beautiful eyes rested on the Chat Group Light Screen floating in the air.

Over the past half year.

Through repeated conversations and probing with "Daddy Douluo."

Bibi Dong had finally figured out the origins of this so-called "Chat Group."

In his world.

A Chat Group was a platform that allowed people to communicate from afar.

And the nickname "The Pope Herself" that she used actually belonged to one of his friends whom he had never met.

Commonly known as an "online friend."

He had mistaken her for that online friend.

What concerned her even more was this fellow who called himself Daddy Douluo.

He seemed intimately familiar with many secrets of Douluo Continent.

He had even mentioned gods...

This fellow spoke in an erratic and arrogant manner.

Yet he always inadvertently revealed information that alarmed her.

She had once tried to ask for his real name.

Only to be shot down with the strange excuse, "Don't dox people online, or you'll get burned."

From his occasional remarks, she only learned that the other Group Members used to call him "A-Qing."

Now that she had a rare moment of leisure.

Bibi Dong naturally wanted to know what that six-year-old little fellow was doing.

She opened the Chat Group and skillfully sent a message.

[The Pope Herself]: @Daddy Douluo, A-Qing, what are you doing?

On the other side of the Chat Group.

Along a winding path.

Lin Qingmo carried a tiny cloth bundle on his back as he slowly trudged forward.

His little face was scrunched up like a steamed bun.

When he saw Bibi Dong's message.

He immediately began typing away.

[Daddy Douluo]: Imperial Sister, you've been asking what I'm doing all the time lately. You're stricter than an old mother.

[The Pope Herself]: Hmm?

[Daddy Douluo]: Cough, cough, just kidding!

[Daddy Douluo]: Sigh, it's a hard life. I'm slowly making my way to school right now.

His short six-year-old legs moved at a snail's pace.

Lin Qingmo looked at the winding path ahead with utter despair on his face.

"Damn it, why isn't there even a carriage!"

After awakening his Martial Soul.

His family had enrolled him in the nearest junior soul master academy.

Today was the day he was supposed to report in.

[Daddy Douluo]: Imperial Sister, you don't know my suffering. I had to go to school before, and after transmigrating, I still have to go to school.

[Daddy Douluo]: I really don't want to go to school!

Inside the bath hall of Pope Palace.

The string of complaints involuntarily made Bibi Dong picture a six-year-old child pouting, furrowing his brows, kicking little stones, and muttering to himself.

The image was far too vivid.

An extremely faint curve unexpectedly appeared at the corners of her cold lips.

Like ice and snow beginning to melt, that curve was breathtakingly beautiful.

But it vanished in an instant.

[The Pope Herself]: If you do not diligently learn the basics, how will you achieve the "takeoff" you keep talking about?

Bibi Dong had gradually learned to use the frivolous, strange expressions Lin Qingmo used.

[Daddy Douluo]: Imperial Sister, you've hit the nail right on the head!

[Daddy Douluo]: I already planned out my route to takeoff. I'm taking the most popular Blue Silver Grass life route online!

[The Pope Herself]: Blue Silver Grass life route?

Bibi Dong's curiosity was piqued.

"What method could make a useless Martial Soul like Blue Silver Grass... take off?"

[Daddy Douluo]: Think about it. Blue Silver Grass might look like a useless Martial Soul, but its vitality is tenacious.

[Daddy Douluo]: As long as I absorb Spirit Rings with life attributes, I can continuously strengthen myself and my Martial Soul, perhaps even make up for its inherent flaws!

The more Lin Qingmo spoke, the more excited he became.

He poured out every theory about Blue Silver Grass evolution that he had read online before transmigrating.

He did not realize in the slightest that he was leaking "classified information" to the Pope of Douluo Continent.

[Daddy Douluo]: Blue Silver Grass is not the only thing that shares its origin with Blue Silver Grass. There's also the Blue Silver King and the Blue Silver Emperor.

Spirit City.

Pope Bedchamber.

The smile on Bibi Dong's face gradually faded.

It was replaced by profound shock.

Blue Silver King!

Blue Silver Emperor!

Of course she knew of the Blue Silver Emperor!

That had been Ah Yin, the Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast who had once fallen in love with Clear Sky Douluo Tang Hao, before ultimately making a Sacrifice during Spirit Hall's pursuit!

"How did A-Qing learn about these things?"

The life route he described did not sound entirely baseless.

It was true that Blue Silver Grass possessed tenacious vitality.

If it really could absorb life-attribute Spirit Rings to make up for its innate flaws, evolution or mutation might not be impossible.

Yet even the Library Pavilion of Spirit Hall contained no records of this information.

Watching Lin Qingmo continue chattering away on the Light Screen.

Bibi Dong's gaze grew increasingly profound.

"This little fellow is hiding far too many secrets."

But Lin Qingmo's excitement suddenly wilted.

When he spoke again, his tone had become dejected.

[Daddy Douluo]: But it's easier said than done...

[The Pope Herself]: Have you run into a difficulty?

[Daddy Douluo]: Yeah.

[Daddy Douluo]: My Innate Soul Power is only Rank Four, and Blue Silver Grass is a useless Martial Soul. My cultivation speed is slow as hell.

[Daddy Douluo]: It's been half a year. No matter how I cultivate Soul Power, nothing changes. At this rate, who knows how long it'll take before I can absorb my first Spirit Ring.

[Daddy Douluo]: Imperial Sister, I feel really awful right now!

[Daddy Douluo]: Knowing the path to turn things around, yet being stuck at the starting line—it was utterly agonizing!

The words on the Light Screen were steeped in resentment.

It was as if she could see the little guy on the other side of the screen hanging his head, looking utterly wronged.

The shock in Bibi Dong's heart gradually faded.

In its place came a faint, barely noticeable amusement.

"Hehe, this little guy from another world is truly both arrogant and adorable."

Bibi Dong closed the Chat Group's Light Screen.

She rose and stepped out of the bath.

The maid hurried forward and draped a luxurious robe over her.

Yet there still seemed to be a trace of lingering gentleness on the Pope's face.

For a moment, the maid stared in a daze.

Bibi Dong walked to the window.

She gazed at the mist-shrouded mountain ranges in the distance.

Countless thoughts filled her mind.

Casually, she took out a sheet of paper containing personal information.

It listed all the boys from half a year ago who had awakened Blue Silver Grass Martial Souls and possessed Level 4 Innate Soul Power, whom she had ordered people to investigate.

After screening them, thirty remained.

A-Qing might be among them.

But she had no intention of alerting him by seeking him out.