Bibi Dong Backs Her Disciple

Lin Beiya slowly opened his eyes, spread his hands, and looked straight at Demon Bear Douluo.

"This Humble One has not participated in many soul duels, and I did not realize that a Soul Elder level powerhouse would be so fragile. I shall be more mindful of my strength next time."

This remark made Demon Bear grit his teeth in hatred. He gently placed Xiong Chumo on the ground and stepped forward until he stood right in front of Lin Beiya.

"You sharp-tongued little brat, this old man shall teach you a lesson on behalf of the Pope, so you might learn the meaning of humility."

As he spoke, Demon Bear Douluo balled his fist, wrapped it in soul power, and prepared to strike at Lin Beiya.

Seeing that Demon Bear Douluo was truly willing to discard his dignity to strike a child, both the students and faculty of the academy were struck with horror. This was the disciple the Pope had personally announced just yesterday; what would happen if he were injured at the academy?

The principal was nearly moved to tears. Relying on his strength as a Soul Saint, he rushed down from the high platform, but it seemed it was already too late; he could not possibly intercept the two before the Title Douluo made his move.

Compared to the anxious crowd, Lin Beiya appeared entirely dismissive, a faint curve even tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Because his perception, which far exceeded that of ordinary people, had already sensed the arrival of a certain figure.

Sure enough, just as Demon Bear Douluo's fist was about to descend, a voice filled with majesty slowly reached everyone's ears.

"Elder Xiong, when did this Pope ever say that I required you to discipline my disciple on my behalf?"

"Er..."

Demon Bear Douluo's fist froze in mid-air, and cold sweat began to bead on his forehead involuntarily. Although he was certain his own cultivation was currently higher than that of Bibi Dong, the killing intent she directed at him still filled him with panic.

"Your... Your Holiness the Pope..."

Turning his head mechanically, Demon Bear Douluo met Bibi Dong's cold, emotionless gaze. He did not doubt for a second that if he failed to provide a reasonable explanation, Bibi Dong would immediately erupt and strike him down.

Even if he did not believe he would necessarily lose, everyone currently believed that Bibi Dong had the backing of the Worship Hall.

He dared not pull the whiskers of those elders.

To reach the position of Elder, one needed not only strength but also the necessary slickness in handling affairs.

"The Pope is wise to be angry. Since you have arrived, please discipline this disciple of yours who casually injures others. This old bear shall not overstep his bounds."

With just a few words, he shifted the blame onto Lin Beiya. This caused the surrounding students to look at the grandfather and grandson with even greater contempt; who couldn't see what that brat was planning? Who would believe this happened without Demon Bear's tacit approval?

"Oh? Is that so?"

Bibi Dong slowly retracted her killing intent and swept a seemingly inquisitive gaze toward her opportunistic disciple.

Lin Beiya shrugged, his face full of indifference as he said:

"Teacher, today, just as this disciple entered the school, this Xiong Chumo blocked my path and began provoking me, insisting on dragging me to the soul duel arena for a fight."

"Everyone present, as well as the guard dog at the academy gate, can testify to this."

"You cannot blame me just because my opponent is too weak."

"Besides, you know the power of my techniques. If I had used the same strength I displayed in the Reception Hall, never mind Xiong Chumo, the entire arena would have been obliterated!"

Lin Beiya's words quickly garnered support from the students, who all shouted that it was indeed Xiong Chumo who had jumped out to provoke him.

Demon Bear Douluo's face remained dark throughout. He knew that he and his grandson would have to swallow this insult.

Bibi Dong bit her lip, struggling to keep from laughing out loud.

She hadn't realized her opportunistic disciple had such a vicious side; it was truly a strike to the heart.

But having just ascended to the throne, she was not yet prepared to make too many enemies, and she believed Lin Beiya would not mind her decision.

"I have understood the situation well enough. Elder Xiong, you really must restrain your grandson. I recall he has already been studying at the Martial Soul Advanced Soul Master Academy for two years; why is he appearing here at the Martial Soul Primary Academy today?"

"This..."

Bibi Dong's question left Demon Bear speechless, unable to utter a single word for a long time.

"Very well, let today's matter end here. This Pope will not pursue Elder Xiong's grandson for disrupting the lessons. Go find a healing soul master to treat your grandson's injuries."

"Yes, thank you for your understanding, Your Holiness."

Having lost both the fight and his dignity, Demon Bear Douluo had no face left to linger. He grabbed his grandson and flew out of the academy.

Only, before leaving, the Demon Bear Douluo turned back to give Lin Beiya an angry glare; he clearly held a grudge against him.

Lin Beiya felt somewhat speechless. He didn't know if his "killing the chicken to warn the monkey" trick was right or wrong. Never mind whether the monkey was warned, he had instead offended a Title Douluo.

Sigh, it really is impossible to keep a low profile.

Seeing there was no more drama to watch, the principal breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly signaled for the academy crowd to disperse, then quietly took his leave after greeting Bibi Dong.

Only the master and disciple were left, staring at each other.

Seeing that there was no one else in the area, Bibi Dong immediately rolled her eyes at Lin Beiya.

"You really know how to cause trouble for me."

Lin Beiya's smile was polite and decent, but its meaning was expressed quite clearly.

Is it my fault that this trouble came knocking? Isn't this a result of you using my reputation to stabilize your own position? Otherwise, if I had just stayed hidden in the Douluo Hall to cultivate, how could there be so much trouble?

Bibi Dong clearly understood the meaning in Lin Beiya's eyes. After a slightly awkward cough, she decided not to pursue his impudence.

Such a Lin Beiya actually suited her even better; a disciple who was invincible among his peers could bring her immeasurable prestige.

Just like the reputation Tang Hao brought to the Clear Sky Sect when he became the youngest Title Douluo—though that reputation didn't last two days before being smashed to pieces by Martial Soul Hall, it had truly shocked the continent at the time.

"Alright, you did well this time. You don't need to worry about anyone challenging you later; just defeat them all."

"Your teacher will be your backing. Even if those people are unhappy, they'll just have to swallow it."

Lin Beiya nodded. Whether Bibi Dong's sincerity was genuine or not, her declaration was enough.

He might be cautious, but he had no habit of being a coward when provoked.

"Then thank you for your support, Teacher. Your disciple won't disappoint you."

The strange address made Bibi Dong's pretty face darken instantly. Did this kid know how to speak? This Emperor was only 35 years old. What kind of elderly person was that age?

"It seems you have too much energy with nowhere to put it? After I finish my official duties today, we'll spar properly, and I can give you some pointers."

"..."

If you want to beat me, just say so. This mother and daughter were exactly alike, both liking to find a bunch of high-sounding excuses for their actions.

Swallowing his pain, Lin Beiya inwardly vowed never to speak carelessly again. Outwardly, he could only show a grateful expression.

"Really? Then thank you, Teacher."

"You're welcome. Go to class. See you at the Back Mountain of the Pope Hall tonight."

A gust of wind swept past, and Bibi Dong vanished from Lin Beiya's sight.

With a soft sigh, Lin Beiya, who was confident in his ability to take a beating, slowly walked towards the classroom, contemplating how he would get his revenge once he became stronger.