Hitting her child, Ah Yin won't be angry, right? Old rabbit eating tender grass!

Night fell.

[Daddy Douluo]: Does anyone understand how I feel? Some trash in his twenties with a soul power rank of 29 wanted to take me as his disciple! I'm dying of laughter! Hahahaha!

His words brimmed with delight.

Far away at Blue Tyrant Academy, Liu Erlong was watering flowers.

When she saw the message, she nearly dropped her watering can.

[Mother Tyrannosaurus]: A Soul Grandmaster in his twenties with rank 29? What trash. Does he know your Master is a Title Douluo?

She shook her head, finding the whole thing absurd and amusing.

Lin Qingmo's freakishly gifted Master was a Title Douluo with a Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring.

Any random nobody really dared to come crawling over.

Spirit Hall.

Inside the Pope Bedchamber.

Bibi Dong reclined against a soft couch.

Her purple eyes swept over the Light Screen, and a teasing curve formed at her lips.

[The Pope Herself]: Bold of him. Who dares steal Eastern Emperor Douluo's disciple?

Inside the Work-Study Student Dormitory.

Xiao Wu was hugging a pillow.

When she saw the message, her ears twitched faintly.

[A Rogue Rabbit]: A rank 29 piece of trash... That sounds awfully familiar.

She tilted her head, trying hard to remember something.

Lin Qingmo had already reached the bottom of the dormitory building.

He continued typing cheerfully.

[Daddy Douluo]: It was that trash Grandmaster, Yu Xiaogang.

[Daddy Douluo]: Hahaha! Every time I think about how his face went black when I shut him down and he slunk away, I want to laugh.

Xiao Wu's eyes lit up as realization struck her.

[A Rogue Rabbit]: Oh, oh! No wonder he sounded so familiar. So it was him.

Meanwhile, Liu Erlong and Bibi Dong, who had just been speaking so righteously, fell silent at the same time.

[Mother Tyrannosaurus]: ...

[The Pope Herself]: ...

Complex emotions hid within those ellipses.

Xiao Wu curiously pressed on.

[A Rogue Rabbit]: A-Qing, why did Yu Xiaogang come after you?

Recalling what had just happened, Lin Qingmo's smile deepened.

[Daddy Douluo]: Wasn't it because I beat Little Scumbag up not long ago? Beat up the little one, and the old one came running. As his teacher, he came to get even.

He paused, then added another line.

[Daddy Douluo]: But seriously, beating Little Scumbag up felt incredible! I beat him until his face was swollen and bruised. Even his mother probably wouldn't recognize him if she came.

[Green Green Grass]: ...

Ah Yin really wanted to say that she had seen it all.

Seeing this, Liu Erlong frowned slightly.

[Mother Tyrannosaurus]: Little Scumbag? You mean Tang San?

She hesitated, but still typed out her concern.

[Mother Tyrannosaurus]: That's Tang Hao's son. Aren't you afraid Tang Hao will come trouble you?

When Lin Qingmo saw the name "Tang Hao," he let out a scornful laugh.

He walked to the dormitory window and looked at the darkening sky outside.

[Daddy Douluo]: What else could it be? He saw Xiao Wu and me getting close, then pulled a sour face. I didn't like the look of him, so I hit him.

He said it with perfect confidence, utterly without restraint.

[Daddy Douluo]: Besides—Tang Hao is being chased by Spirit Hall like a homeless dog right now. He's still busy hiding. How would he dare show himself openly?

The Light Screen reflected his confident profile.

[Daddy Douluo]: No backing down. Just do it!

The youth's spirit was wildly unrestrained.

Liu Erlong watched the Light Screen and shook her head helplessly.

But when she thought of the Title Douluo Master Lin Qingmo had mentioned...

She felt that perhaps this was what confidence born of strength meant.

[Mother Tyrannosaurus]: Fine, as long as you know what you're doing.

She still could not help reminding him.

[Mother Tyrannosaurus]: Don't be too flashy, or trouble might find you.

But Lin Qingmo suddenly thought of something, and his expression turned strange.

[Daddy Douluo]: Oh, right... I beat Tang San up just now. Ah Yin won't be angry, will she?

For once, he scratched his head with a trace of unease.

After all, Ah Yin was Tang San's biological mother...

Liu Erlong sent a sneering expression.

[Mother Tyrannosaurus]: Heh. Now you think of her? Why didn't you think of that when you were beating up her son?

[The Pope Herself]: Did Ah Yin have any reaction?

She was asking about the Ah Yin beside Lin Qingmo.

Lin Qingmo glanced at the blades of grass wound around his wrist.

They swayed gently, as calm as ever.

[Daddy Douluo]: Hmm... She doesn't seem to have reacted at all so far.

Ah Yin truly was calm, even somewhat indifferent.

It was as though Tang San were merely an irrelevant stranger.

[Green Green Grass]: He is not Ah Yin's child.

Ah Yin's message was brief, yet full of certainty.

That was what she truly felt.

Lin Qingmo had previously mentioned Transmigrators in the group.

He had said that Tang San had seized the body of her child.

When Lin Qingmo fought Tang San earlier, Ah Yin had been observing in secret the entire time.

Those strange techniques and footwork... they truly resembled the Tang Sect Secret Arts Lin Qingmo had described.

She quietly sensed it, and the last trace of hope in her heart gradually vanished.

It was confirmed. He truly was a Transmigrator.

[The Pope Herself]: Since Ah Yin had no reaction, there is no need to worry.

[Daddy Douluo]: That's true.

Ah Yin had no reaction even while being so close to Tang San... It should be fine.

He jumped onto the bed and crossed one leg over the other.

Then he suddenly thought of something, and his eyes lit up.

[Daddy Douluo]: But seriously, I discovered something really interesting!

[Mother Tyrannosaurus]: What?

On the other side of the Light Screen, everyone's curiosity was piqued.

[Daddy Douluo]: According to the plot, Xiao Wu and Tang San were supposed to be childhood sweethearts.

He recalled the original story and found the current situation amusing.

[Daddy Douluo]: They should have been extremely close and inseparable. Xiao Wu was supposed to acknowledge Tang San as her brother, but now everything has completely changed!

[Daddy Douluo]: Xiao Wu and Tang San's relationship is terrible. She looks at him like he's an enemy.

[Daddy Douluo]: But she's incredibly enthusiastic toward me instead. She sticks to me all day long. Isn't this deviation from the plot way too huge?

Under the covers in the Work-Study Student Dormitory.

Xiao Wu was curled into a ball, hugging the Light Screen.

When she saw Lin Qingmo's message, her little face instantly turned red.

So... A-Qing noticed it too!

She murmured softly, her eyes curving like crescents.

Her heart was like a startled deer, pounding wildly.

After hesitating for a long time, she finally gathered her courage.

As "A Rogue Rabbit," she boldly spoke in the group.

[A Rogue Rabbit]: M-maybe... s-she l-likes you?

The moment she sent the message, Xiao Wu abruptly covered her face.

Her flushed skin showed through the gaps between her fingers.

Her heart raced so fast that it seemed ready to leap from her chest.

She stared anxiously at the Light Screen without blinking.

She was terrified of missing any reply from Lin Qingmo.

Spirit Hall.

Bibi Dong looked at the message in the group, her purple eyes narrowing slightly.

So it really is her.

She had already suspected that "A Rogue Rabbit" was Xiao Wu.

Now that Xiao Wu had taken the initiative to reveal her feelings, it only confirmed Bibi Dong's guess.

She leaned against the soft couch, lightly tapping the armrest with her fingertips.

Her gaze remained fixed on the chat window as she waited for Lin Qingmo's response.

There was a subtle displeasure in her heart, but she did not show it.

When Lin Qingmo saw the message, he froze for a moment.

[Daddy Douluo]: She likes me?

He scratched his head, his expression growing strange.

[Daddy Douluo]: Wouldn't that make her an old rabbit eating tender grass?

The instant that message was sent, the group fell silent.

Xiao Wu's eyes widened as she froze.

[A Rogue Rabbit]: O-old rabbit?

She repeated it in disbelief, and even her ears stood upright.

But the more Lin Qingmo thought about it, the more reasonable it seemed.

[Daddy Douluo]: Yep. She's a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast who took human form. By age, she could be my great-great-great-great-great... grandmother, right?

[Daddy Douluo]: And I'm only six. If that isn't an old rabbit eating tender grass, what is?

Seeing this, Liu Erlong directly facepalmed.

[Mother Tyrannosaurus]: ...What kind of bizarre logic is that?

She was utterly defeated by his train of thought.

[Mother Tyrannosaurus]: After taking human form, Xiao Wu is just a little girl about your age!

[Mother Tyrannosaurus]: What old rabbit eating tender grass... What exactly is going through your head?

Bibi Dong was amused as well and could not help letting out a soft laugh.

[The Pope Herself]: ...

Those ellipses concealed both helplessness and amusement.

But she was actually quite satisfied with that answer.

Xiao Wu lay stunned beneath the covers for several seconds because of Lin Qingmo's "old rabbit eating tender grass" remark.

Then she kicked her legs angrily, tangling up the blanket.

I'm not old at all!

She protested quietly, her cheeks as red as ripe fruit.

I'm only seven after taking human form, the same age as you!

What old rabbit eating tender grass...

She puffed out her cheeks, yet could not help smiling again.

A-Qing is such a big dummy!

Though she complained aloud, her heart felt sweet.

At least A-Qing did not dislike her... That was the best beginning!

As for Lin Qingmo's true thoughts—Xiao Wu really was adorable, lively, and spirited.

She truly was clingy too, like a little tail following him around.

But right now, his mind was full of cultivating and becoming stronger.

He was thinking about how to cling tightly to the thighs of the big shots in the group.

Romance?

That was something for later.

Besides, why should two seven-year-old children be thinking about that?

He shook his head, casting those thoughts aside.

The interactions in the Chat Group continued.

Liu Erlong kept complaining that Lin Qingmo had no sense of romance.

Bibi Dong occasionally chimed in, her tone lazy and teasing.

Ah Yin remained as sparing with words as ever, quiet as moonlight.

Xiao Wu simply went along with everything Lin Qingmo said.

The atmosphere was relaxed and pleasant, filled with warmth.

Outside the window, the night grew deeper, stars glittering overhead.

Lin Qingmo turned off the Light Screen and closed his eyes.

Tomorrow would be a new day.

He thought, a reassured smile resting on his lips.

The wind slipped in through the crack in the window, gently brushing his cheek.

Faint insect chirps drifted over from afar, like a humming nocturne.

Everything was just right.