Douluo Chat Group: They've All Become Addicted to Eating Melons

Seeing Bibi Dong hesitate, Hu Liena quickly said, "Teacher, leave this matter to me. I will build a good relationship with him in the group and try to slowly extract useful information."

She paused, then added, "Also, Teacher, in the future, try not to confront him head-on the moment you enter the group. Perhaps... using softness to overcome hardness would be more effective?"

Bibi Dong extended a slender finger, gently pinched Hu Liena's tender cheek, and laughed indignantly, "You little girl, are you lecturing your teacher now? Fine, this matter... I approve. I leave it to you."

A smile appeared on Hu Liena's face, but her eyes immediately turned resolute, revealing a sharp killing intent:

"Don't worry, Teacher. As long as this disciple finds this so-called Tang San, whether he is the Child of Destiny or an Outer Realm Heavenly Demon, I will certainly find a way... to eliminate him completely!"

For anyone who might threaten Martial Soul Hall or threaten her teacher.

She, Hu Liena, would never be soft-hearted.

Not long after Hu Liena left, an old man dressed in simple clothes with an unfathomable aura walked in.

The person who arrived was none other than Qian Daoliu.

Bibi Dong's originally soft expression instantly turned icy: "What are you doing here?"

Qian Daoliu was not annoyed and smiled gently: "I heard you wrote a letter and had Ghost deliver it to Xue'er?"

"Old thing, you spied on it?"

"..."

Seeing that he did not deny it, Bibi Dong flew into a rage, and a terrifying pressure swept toward him.

However, this pressure, which would have been enough to crush a Titled Douluo in the eyes of others, seemed non-existent in front of Qian Daoliu.

Chapter 20: Group Chat Upgrade, New Features Unlocked

"I did it for Xue'er. She has lacked maternal love since she was young, and her temperament is stubborn. She appears strong, but she is actually very fragile inside... As her grandfather, I cannot watch her get hurt. You know this."

"However, looking at it now, it seems I don't need to worry too much."

Qian Daoliu chuckled. Thinking of the contents of the letter, a hint of relief appeared in his eyes.

If he could see the mother and daughter reconcile in his lifetime, he would consider his life complete.

Seeing that face, which was seventy percent similar to Qian Xunji's, the scenes of the past seemed to surface before her eyes once again.

Bibi Dong's eyes were filled with pain as she shrieked hysterically:

"Get out! Get out! Get out!"

Seeing Bibi Dong's drastic change in attitude, Qian Daoliu knew that the chaotic evil thoughts of the Rakshasa God had likely flared up again.

He sighed: "I apologize. It was Ji'er who failed you. I hope my visit today will not affect your changing attitude toward Xue'er."

Bibi Dong did not speak, glaring at him with resentment.

Qian Daoliu walked silently toward the door, then suddenly stopped. He turned back and left behind a sentence that carried the weight of a thousand jun: "By the way, from now on, Martial Soul Hall should be completely handed over to you."

After speaking, he stopped lingering and walked away, his tall back disappearing into the light and shadow outside the hall.

Only this time, the old man's usually tall back seemed to stoop slightly, revealing a touch of sorrow.

This simple sentence was not just a delegation of power; it was Qian Daoliu's true trust in Bibi Dong.

Before this, although Bibi Dong was the Pope, the only ones she could truly command like her own limbs were Qian Xunji's two henchmen.

The workhorses of Martial Soul Hall, Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo.

Because only they were the Pope's direct subordinates and the ones closest to Bibi Dong.

Most of the elders in the Elder Hall harbored doubts about her inheriting the position of Pope, and there were no shortage of those who feigned compliance while acting in opposition.

But now, with this personal acknowledgment from Qian Daoliu, the situation would be completely different.

It could be said that from this moment on, except for those old antiques in the Worship Hall with terrifyingly high seniority.

The entire Martial Soul Hall would truly have only one voice.

That voice was the Pope, Bibi Dong!

The next day, at noon.

In the small pavilion on the Notting Academy playground.

Xiao Wu felt completely unsettled.

She now seriously suspected that the Tang San in the academy was the Child of Destiny who had been possessed by the "Outer Realm Heavenly Demon" that the group owner mentioned yesterday!

Just after finishing lunch, she had come out for a walk to digest.

In a quiet corner, she had clearly heard Tang San muttering to himself about something called the Tang Sect, Mysterious Heaven Skill, Hundred Solutions of Hidden Weapons... all strange terms she had never heard of before.

Just as she was hesitating whether to post these things in the group to ask the other members, Tang San walked over with a joyful expression: "Xiao Wu, so you're here! I've been looking for you for a long time!"

"What are you doing here?"

Xiao Wu's face darkened as she suppressed the tension in her heart.

"Xiao Wu, graduation is coming up soon, isn't it? I came to ask you if you want to go to Shrek Academy with me?"

Since it was the first time he had spoken to Xiao Wu alone.

As a lifelong virgin, Tang San was very nervous.

He boasted about how impressive the faculty at Shrek Academy was while nervously rubbing his hands together, walking forward slowly with his eyes fixed intently on Xiao Wu, as if terrified she might run away.

It is common knowledge that looking at a beautiful woman is a task that relies heavily on one's appearance.

When a handsome man looks, it is called appreciating the scenery; it is easy on the eyes.

When an ugly man looks, it is called peeping, or the "male gaze," and it easily causes discomfort.

At present, Tang San had not yet undergone the baptism of his second awakening, so his looks could only be described as average. Coupled with his year-round blacksmithing and training, his skin was on the darker side, making him barely passable at best.

As everyone knows, "passable" for a guy is not the same as "passable" for a girl.

To girls, anything that isn't handsome is treated as ugly.

Therefore, Tang San's gaze, which was filled with eagerness and nervousness, seemed extremely uncomfortable to Xiao Wu.

She suppressed the urge to vomit, covered her face, offered a polite refusal, and quickly found an excuse to leave:

"Thanks, Tang San, but... I haven't made up my mind yet. Um, I just remembered I have something urgent to take care of, so I'm heading off!"

He was left alone, standing in the wind, feeling completely disheveled.

Coming back to his senses, he recalled the way Xiao Wu had covered her face and run off.

Could this be a girl's way of showing shyness?

In Tang San's mind, he automatically began to imagine a picture of Xiao Wu acting coy and bashful.

"Hahaha, I knew it. How could Xiao Wu possibly have feelings for that Li Yuan? As expected, what happened the day before yesterday was just an accident."

Tang San couldn't help but laugh out loud, his mouth curling into a confident arc.

It seemed all his hard work over the years hadn't been in vain.

Xiao Wu, wait for me. Even though I haven't even held your hand yet.

But I will not give up.

Do you remember? The day before yesterday, you praised me for being a good person.

For you, I will become a pure, virtuous, and benevolent hero!

Except for Li Yuan, that is.

The moment Tang San thought of the image of Li Yuan holding Xiao Wu, he gritted his teeth in hatred.

"Li Yuan, you have already invited your own death!"

On the other side, Xiao Wu jogged all the way until she was sure Tang San wasn't following her, then stopped in a secluded corner, patting her chest and letting out a long sigh of relief.

"Scared the life out of me... That look in his eyes, it was like he wanted to eat me."

She muttered, still feeling lingering fear, before suddenly remembering Tang San's strange, self-absorbed muttering.

Afterward, she pulled out her "Brick" and began to compose and send a message.

[Loves Eating Carrots: Family, who gets this? I just ran into a super ugly, shrimp-headed guy. I think it's that Tang San the group owner mentioned yesterday. (Cucumber emoji)]

[Richest Little Heiress of Heaven Dou: No way? You ran into both Wolong and Fengchu? What kind of earth-shattering, shitty luck do you have! (Shocked cat head)]

[Loves Eating Carrots: Wuwuwu, I didn't want this either. (Crying emoji)]

The group chat seemed unusually quiet today, with only the two of them online, chatting idly back and forth.

Suddenly, without any warning, a dazzling golden light burst forth from the group chat interface.

[Ding! Congratulations to the host, the group chat has leveled up!]

[LV.1--LV.2!]

[Richest Little Heiress of Heaven Dou: Huh? The group chat leveled up, what does that mean?]

[Loves Eating Carrots: It looks like there's a... Red Packet feature now. I don't know what it is, let me try!]

The next second, a conspicuous, large red packet appeared on the screen.

[A red packet from Loves Eating Carrots!]

At the same time.

In the Notting Academy library, Li Yuan, who was engrossed in reading an Encyclopedia of Soul Beasts, suddenly heard a crisp "ding-dong" in his mind.

This sound... it was the notification for a red packet!

Li Yuan's spirits lifted; he quickly put down his book and opened the group chat.

Sure enough, he saw the notification that the group level had increased, along with that incredibly tempting red packet icon.

Fast hands get it, slow hands miss out!