It was understandable if Xiao Wu didn't know that Bibi Dong was the culprit who had killed her mother. In the original story, she only recognized her after seeing her.
But she didn't even know her own mother's name?
Wu Xing was a little taken aback. If he exposed the identities of the two, would this mother and daughter end up being publicly humiliated together?
But the thought only flashed through his mind. He was a good young man of the twenty-first century who especially respected personal privacy. That was why he'd made the group members enter their own nicknames before joining the group.
Of course, that didn't apply to him, the Group Leader.
In the Chat Group interface, Ah Rou's tone was gentle and kind. Her simple words of comfort somehow warmed Xiao Wu's heart.
Though the two had never met, as Xiao Wu read the words of this departed senior, a particularly familiar sense of closeness rose within her.
As for Ah Rou, reading the message Xiao Wu had sent made her heart soften too.
This child was innocent and kind, pure in the way she treated others. Even through the Chat Group, she could make Ah Rou feel for her.
Especially that nickname. It was so playful and lively that it couldn't help but remind Ah Rou of her own daughter.
As for why she hadn't thought of Xiao Wu, it was only because her daughter was lively, but not so much that she'd choose such a flamboyant nickname.
[Seven Treasures Little Witch: Did you all forget something? Shouldn't we ask the Group Leader why he brought us here? Aren't you curious how he managed it?]
At those words, everyone immediately turned their attention to Wu Xing.
[Jade Phosphorus Yan Yan: Exactly. Explain yourself, and don't blame me if I get rough!]
[Bibi Dong: Brat, you'd better tell the truth. Don't try any tricks in front of this Pope.]
[Nine-Tailed Sky Fox: That's right. I advise you to answer honestly. The Spirit Hall isn't someone you can afford to provoke!]
[Sea God Island High Priest: Group Leader, who exactly are you?]
Seeing everyone suddenly turn their attention toward him, Wu Xing clicked his tongue twice. At least Bo Saixi's words were easier on the ears.
[Wu Xing: You want to know?]
[Blue Silver Emperor: Mm.]
[Ah Rou: Yes.]
[Xue Qinghe: Judging by the way you brought us into the group, you must be no ordinary person, right? Why have I never heard of you before?]
[Bibi Dong: Brat, this Pope's patience is limited!]
[Nine-Tailed Sky Fox: Exactly, exactly. You'd better hurry up and tell us. Don't keep His Holiness the Pope waiting.]
[Hundred-Thousand-Year Rogue Rabbit: Nine-Tailed Sky Fox, why do I feel like you're a dog? Whatever Bibi Dong says, you just follow behind her, wagging your tail.]
[Jade Phosphorus Yan Yan: Hahaha, I think so too. Nine-Tailed Sky Fox, what benefits has the Spirit Hall given you to make you suck up to her like this?]
[Nine-Tailed Sky Fox: What nonsense are you talking about? Her Holiness the Pope is the idol of female Soul Masters across the continent. Of course I admire her too.]
[Nine-Tailed Sky Fox: Besides, the Spirit Hall gives Soul Masters Gold Soul Coins every month. I'm no ingrate. How could I forget their kindness?]
In a high-class single dormitory at the Spirit Hall Academy, Hu Liena read Hundred-Thousand-Year Rogue Rabbit's message and Jade Phosphorus Yan Yan's agreement. She was so furious she nearly turned red on the spot. Bibi Dong was the teacher she respected most. If Hu Liena didn't support her, who would?
If she hadn't wanted to satisfy her curiosity in private about her teacher's most genuine side, she would have revealed her identity outright.
[Xue Qinghe: Nine-Tailed Sky Fox, don't speak so absolutely. That's just your opinion. It doesn't represent all the female Soul Masters on the continent.]
[Jade Phosphorus Yan Yan: Exactly, exactly. The Crown Prince is right. I'm not fond of Bibi Dong at all. Also, the Spirit Hall giving out Gold Soul Coins every month sounds nice, but isn't it just to win people over?]
At Heaven Dou Royal Academy, Dugu Yan saw Xue Qinghe's message and immediately gave it her wholehearted support.
Her grandfather was at odds with the Spirit Hall, so of course she didn't like it either.
Besides, she now had a basic understanding of the Chat Group. She was using a nickname, and Bibi Dong didn't know who she was.
A perfect case of being timid and meek in real life, but throwing punches online.
Qian Renxue had taken another jab at her, and Bibi Dong felt a tightness in her chest. Jade Phosphorus Yan Yan's defense of her only made her grit her teeth harder.
But for the sake of the Spirit Hall's great plans—
I'll endure it!
[Bibi Dong: Nine-Tailed Sky Fox, ignore them. Let those cowards hiding behind their... say whatever they like. As long as you stand with the Spirit Hall, this Pope will never treat you unfairly.]
[Nine-Tailed Sky Fox: Thank you, Her Holiness. I swear to follow Your Excellency to the death.]
[Jade Phosphorus Yan Yan: ...What a suck-up.]
[Ah Rou: Bibi Dong, you really know how to win people over.]
[Hundred-Thousand-Year Rogue Rabbit: Disgusting. Shameless. I've never seen anyone so brazen.]
[Nether Shadow: Actually, I think the Spirit Hall is doing a good thing by giving out Gold Soul Coins every month. You can't judge and attack them solely on that basis.]
[Ning Shui Fei Luan: Mm. To be fair, I agree with that. Even if it's to win people over, there's nothing wrong with it. The two great empires don't have that kind of nerve.]
Watching the thread veer off track again, Ning Rongrong pressed a hand to her forehead, feeling utterly exhausted.
She just wanted to know Wu Xing's identity. Why was it so difficult?
He'd silently brought Bibi Dong, the Pope of the Spirit Hall; the Crown Prince of the Heaven Dou Empire; and the deceased Ah Rou to such a strange place. How could he be an ordinary person?
Instead of thinking about how to pry information from him and secure potential benefits for their sects, factions, and families, they were all getting caught up in trivial squabbles. Did none of them have any vision or sense of the bigger picture?
Or were they all a bunch of busty airheads?
Ning Rongrong instinctively lowered her head and glanced at her own little pandas. Mm, they were still just little buds, barely peeking out. Her face flushed slightly.
For the first time, she felt that saying had such a point...
[Blue Silver Emperor: I keep hearing you all call her the Pope. Shouldn't the Martial Soul Hall Pope be Qian Xunji?]
Ah Yin couldn't help speaking up at this point. She clearly remembered that before she sacrificed herself, she'd been hunted by the Martial Soul Hall Pope. When had it become Bibi Dong?
[Everyone: ...]
Ah Yin's message made everyone suck in another breath. Where had this old hag come from? Was she really so out of touch?
Qian Renxue's pupils especially contracted. She had no memory of her father ever being around.
That name, buried in the deepest part of her heart and deliberately sealed away long ago, was suddenly spoken aloud. Her heart clenched, and her fingers tightened.
From childhood to adulthood, within the high walls of the Spirit Hall, no one had dared mention her father in front of her.
Bibi Dong never spoke of him; her eyes held only loathing. The elders were all tight-lipped. Even her grandfather, the only one who loved her, had told her very little about her father, as though Qian Xunji had never existed.
The only thing she knew was that her father had died at Tang Hao's hands.
Now, Ah Yin's casual question had shown her that there was so much more she wanted to know.
As for Bibi Dong, when she saw the group member called Blue Silver Emperor mention Qian Xunji's name, her heart sank. Her expression turned somewhat savage, and the hand gripping the Pope Scepter trembled slightly.
Qian Xunji!
That name dragged her back into those unbearable, agonizing memories!
At that moment, where Wu Xing was, he'd originally planned to boast a little to everyone. But seeing the thread go off track again and the members start bickering, he couldn't help laughing. Then he pulled out some beer, peanuts, and sunflower seeds, looking every bit like a spectator who planned to sit back and watch them finish fighting before making his entrance.
Wasn't the protagonist always the last to make a grand entrance?
So he wasn't in any hurry to show off how mysterious he was. But he hadn't expected the drama to keep growing, or to get harder and harder to stop watching. In the end, they even started talking about the Secret Room Douluo.
Perhaps he was too excited and caught up in the spectacle. Or perhaps he was so focused on the Chat Group that, when he reached for the sunflower seeds on the table beside him, he lost his balance. His whole body pitched off the chair and toward the table, and even the screenshot transmission function in his mind flickered.
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