Douluo Chat Group: They're All Addicted to Gossiping

Xiao Wu let out a sigh of relief.

As she looked down at the group chat, a trace of admiration for the strong flashed in her eyes, and she muttered to herself: I wonder just how great the Group Master's power is, to be able to accomplish such an incredible feat in an instant!

Meanwhile.

Inside the Pope Palace, the atmosphere had plummeted to freezing point.

"Teacher, please calm your anger. It is not worth getting worked up over such ignorant wretches."

Hu Liena coaxed softly, her palm gently stroking Bibi Dong's back.

"Haa..."

Bibi Dong took a deep breath, her anger causing the snow-white mounds on her chest to heave in a breathtaking arc.

Although she was well over forty, time seemed to have left few traces upon her.

The elasticity and delicacy of her skin, the functionality of her body, and her exquisite, curvaceous figure remained, losing nothing to the raw, youthful girls of the world.

If anything, she possessed a settled, mature charm that those girls lacked.

It was a dangerous and alluring "housewife aura" that belonged solely to her.

Hu Liena, who was still stroking her teacher's back, let her gaze inadvertently sweep over those seductive curves, a fleeting, imperceptible flash of envy crossing her eyes.

She had always been quite confident in her own figure.

Yet, in front of her teacher, she always felt she lacked that natural, soul-stirring charm, and could not help but feel inferior.

After a long while, Bibi Dong squeezed words through her teeth, each syllable dripping with chill: "How can I not be angry? That damned Child Without Parents, and that Single Academy-Running Housewife... how dare they call me an unwanted widow?!"

Bibi Dong had beauty, she had a figure, she had strength, and she held the supreme authority of Martial Soul Hall—how could she be unwanted?

If not for the fact that her grand ambition was not yet complete and all obstacles had not been swept away, she would have already brought... that certain someone over.

Hu Liena, unaware of the truth, followed the thread of the conversation to console her: "Oh Teacher, you have never been married, nor have you ever given birth; the word 'widow' is utter nonsense. It is merely their malicious fantasy, why bother lowering yourself to their level?"

The moment these words fell, Bibi Dong's expression shifted abruptly.

The flush of anger on her cheeks vanished, replaced by a deathly pallor. Her gaze turned ice-cold, and a suffocating pressure began to radiate from her body.

"Teacher... did I say something wrong?"

Hu Liena was startled by this sudden change, her voice dropping to a whisper.

Bibi Dong immediately realized her lapse in composure. She quickly reined in her overflowing aura, raised a hand to pat the back of Hu Liena's hand, and softened her tone: "It is nothing, Nana. Teacher is not angry at you."

Having soothed her disciple, she turned her gaze toward the vast sky outside the window.

Deep within her beautiful purple eyes, a near-tangible killing intent churned as she thought to herself:

Hmph, do not let me find you in reality. If I do...

I will surely lock you in the deepest, darkest secret chamber and let you taste... what it means to be unable to die, yet unable to live.

Chapter 4: Ning Rongrong Wants to Retaliate Against Group Members Offline

At this moment, the group chat was incredibly lively.

[Child Without Parents: Well done, sisters! Hahaha, that one sentence hit her right in the lungs; she was so angry she couldn't even speak!]

[Single Academy-Running Housewife: You weren't so bad yourself, your little mouth is as sweet as honey!]

Seeing this message, for some reason, the corner of Qian Renxue's mouth twitched involuntarily.

After all, joining forces with outsiders to curse one's own mother was, in any era or any world, a truly explosive act.

But for Qian Renxue, who had never enjoyed a shred of maternal love since childhood, she felt not a hint of guilt.

There was only a sense of rebellious pleasure, mixed with a deeper, indescribable bitterness.

Just then, a new message popped up.

(The Richest Little Heiress of Heaven Dou has been unmuted.)

It seemed the unlucky soul who had been muted had finally finished her sentence.

[Richest Little Heiress of Heaven Dou: Can someone finally talk to me now?]

As soon as this message appeared, the previously lively group fell into dead silence.

[Richest Little Heiress of Heaven Dou: Hey, hey, hey, why are you all silent again?]

[Richest Little Heiress of Heaven Dou: Can someone acknowledge me?]

Clearly, Miss Ning Rongrong's "outstanding" debut in the group had left an overly profound first impression on the lurking members.

Everyone chose to keep their distance from this group member with the "young miss" temperament.

After all, if you can't afford to offend them, can't you at least hide?

And so, Miss Ning's messages began to scroll lonely across the screen—one, two... a dozen went by, all sinking like stones into the sea.

Finally, a reply with obvious impatience popped up.

[Big Cat in the Night: Can you stop sending messages? It's noisy.]

Because no matter where that mysterious "little brick" was thrown, it would eventually refresh back to its owner's side.

The incessant notification sounds were, without a doubt, a form of torture for Zhu Zhuqing, who was currently in the midst of arduous cultivation.

[Richest Rich Girl of Heaven Dou: You... you actually dare to complain that I'm noisy! Do you even know who this young lady is? My father is...]

[Big Cat in the Night: I don't care who your father is. If you keep blathering, I'm going to tag the group owner!]

As soon as these words were spoken.

Big Cat in the Night dealt a critical hit to Richest Rich Girl of Heaven Dou, with super effective results.

On the other side of the screen, Ning Rongrong, who had been fuming, now looked like a hamster forced to swallow coptis; her belly was full of fire but she had no outlet, leaving her to vent her impotent rage at the air.

Zhu Zhuqing watched the interface finally go quiet and let out a sigh of relief.

What if someone started spamming again in a moment?

At the thought of this, Zhu Zhuqing's brows furrowed in distress once more.

She had originally hoped this bizarre group chat might offer some help in her struggle against her family's fate, but instead of providing any assistance, it was filled with nothing but junk information.

It was severely impacting her cultivation.

Just as she was fretting, a new message arrived like timely rain.

[Ice-Snow Smart: Big Cat in the Night, are you still there?]

[Big Cat in the Night: I am. What's wrong?]

[Ice-Snow Smart: You can swipe the group chat to the right to enter the group settings; you can mute the notification sounds there.]

Zhu Zhuqing followed the instructions and, sure enough, saw the life-saving "Mute Group Notifications" switch.

She tapped it on without a moment's hesitation.

The world was finally peaceful.

[Big Cat in the Night: Thank you!]

[Ice-Snow Smart: It's nothing, no need to thank me. As the group owner said, it's fate that we were able to join this group; we're all family here.]

[Viper-Hearted Big Sister: Huh? It really works! Thank you so much! You're so smart; this piece of junk has been ding-donging at me all morning, my head was about to explode!]

[Ice-Snow Smart: Hehe, it's nothing really. I just like to tinker with things, and I figured it out after studying it a bit.]

[Loves Eating Carrots: No wonder your group name is 'Ice-Snow Smart', you really are a big genius!]

[Ice-Snow Smart: A big genius? Hmm, why does that feel... a bit strange?]

With the spread of this "divine technique," the other lurkers who had been plagued by the notification sounds also popped up, silently giving a "like" to Ice-Snow Smart in their hearts.

The cold, quiet group chat instantly warmed up, and several people began to open up to one another.

This scene deeply stung Ning Rongrong, who had just been collectively ignored.

She bit her silver teeth, and a nameless fire rushed straight to her head.

"Hmph! So you're all ignoring me, are you?"

"This young lady has everything she could ever want in reality; I don't have time to waste on you lot who spend all day soaking in virtual chats!"

With that thought, her familiar sense of superiority quietly reared its head, attempting to smooth out the wrinkles in her heart.

"Yes, that's right! They must have no real skills in the real world and nothing better to do, which is why they spend all day in here! Why should I be angry at people like them?"

"I'm not angry... I'm definitely not angry!"

Ning Rongrong patted her own flat chest, trying to calm her breath, but the more she thought about it, the more stifled she felt.

After all, one moment of patience brings peace, but taking a step back... the more you think about it, the angrier you get!

"Why should I be the one to let them off?"

"Hmph! Since you all won't talk to me, I'll make you come looking for me!"

The action-oriented Miss Ning immediately rolled off the bed and changed her clothes.

She stomped out of the room and headed straight for the main hall of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Today, Gu Rong and Ning Fengzhi were out.

The heavy responsibility of guarding the sect fell upon the shoulders of Sword Douluo Chen Xin.

Ning Rongrong's eyes darted around; she deliberately dipped her fingers in some tea and smeared it at the corners of her eyes to create a pitiful appearance, then dove into the main hall: "Sword Grandpa! Sword Grandpa! Someone is bullying me!"

Upon hearing this, Chen Xin's sword-like brows stood upright, and the aura around him turned sharply fierce: "Who? Who is so bold as to dare bully our precious Rongrong!"

The pressure of a Title Douluo, even if only a sliver leaked out, was enough to make the air in the hall stagnate.

"Tell me, Rongrong, who bullied you? This old man will go settle the score with them right now!"

Ning Rongrong pointed at the brick in her arms with a grievance-filled expression: "It was them!"

Chen Xin looked in the direction her finger pointed, but it was empty.

He blinked, then focused his eyes to look again, but there was truly nothing there.