Douluo Diary: Bibi Dong's Defense Shattered

Martial Soul City, Pope Palace.

Within the magnificent and solemn great hall, the dome hung high, and the golden glazed tiles refracted the midday sun, casting a sacred and inviolable light upon this hall that symbolized the highest power on the Douluo Continent.

Atop the high platform, the Pope's throne stood in silent stillness.

Bibi Dong leaned lazily against the back of the chair, holding a secret report submitted by a cardinal.

She wore that resplendent golden Pope's gown; the luxurious garment was tailored perfectly, flawlessly outlining her breathtaking curves.

The hem of the long gown was slightly slit, and as she shifted her posture, those beautiful legs—coveted by countless men yet too daunting to look upon directly—flickered in and out of view.

Her skin was whiter than snow, delicate as porcelain, glowing with a warm luster under the illumination of the hall's eternal lamps.

She wore no shoes, and those exquisite, flawless jade feet rested lightly on the dark red carpet; her toes were round and adorable, tinged with a faint pink, while her arches were tensed into an elegant curve.

Such a stunning sight, if seen by the soul masters of the outside world, would likely cause their eyeballs to pop out on the spot.

But at this moment, the hall was empty, save for the high-and-mighty Pope, who radiated a suffocating charm and majesty all on her own.

"The two great empires are becoming increasingly restless."

Bibi Dong tossed the secret report onto the side table, a flash of annoyance crossing her brow.

Just as she intended to close her eyes and rest for a moment, her peripheral vision suddenly caught a strange glimmer.

There was no fluctuation of soul power, nor any sign of space tearing.

Right there in the void before her, a black-covered notebook, appearing entirely out of place, manifested out of thin air.

Bibi Dong's beautiful eyes narrowed, and her soul power surged instantly; the pressure of a ninety-nine-level Peerless Douluo remained contained but ready, and the very air in the great hall grew heavy in that instant.

Who?

Who could possibly place something before This Seat without a sound or trace?

Even that old fellow in the Worship Hall could not achieve such a feat.

Bibi Dong watched the floating notebook with vigilance, waiting for a moment, only to find that it showed no signs of aggression.

She flicked her jade finger, and a strand of soul power struck the notebook tentatively, yet it was like a stone sinking into the ocean, causing not a single ripple.

Her confusion deepened.

Bibi Dong slowly reached out, capturing the notebook from the air into her palm.

The texture was slightly cool, the material unknown.

Emblazoned on the cover in hot-stamped gold characters were the words:

Qin Feng (Bibi Dong Exclusive) Diary Copy

"Qin Feng?"

Bibi Dong murmured, her mind rapidly scanning the list of all the powerhouses in Martial Soul Hall, even cross-referencing the famous figures of the two great empires and the Upper Three Sects.

There was no such person.

"Who is this, playing at ghosts and gods?"

Bibi Dong let out a cold snort, filled with a mix of disdain and curiosity, and flipped open the first page.

[Day one of the diary.]

[I actually transmigrated... I was just an ordinary student, hiding under my covers reading a Bibi Dong doujin, and then with one blink, I transmigrated to the Douluo Continent.]

[Well, when in Rome, do as the Romans do. My identity now is quite miserable; I'm an orphan. Fortunately, my talent is decent. I've just become a student of the Heaven Dou Royal Team, and in a few days, I have to prepare for the Heaven Dou Royal Team reserve member assessment.]

Bibi Dong's pupils shrank violently.

Transmigrated?

Another world?

These two terms instantly assaulted her ingrained understanding.

Having reached her level, she possessed a deeper insight into the rules of the world, and precisely because of this, she understood the terror contained within these words.

Even reaching the hundredth level to become a god only meant ascending to the God Realm; she had never heard of anyone transmigrating from another world.

"Could this be the means of someone beyond a god?"

Bibi Dong's heart was in a tempest, and her gaze toward the diary in her hand became incomparably grave.

Since this object could appear out of thin air and record such inconceivable content, it was likely no ordinary item.

However, her attention was quickly drawn to a specific term.

"Bibi Dong's doujin?"

Bibi Dong frowned, her fingers tapping lightly on the armrest of the throne as she pondered in secret.

This person named Qin Feng read doujins about This Seat in his original world?

Could it be that This Seat exists in that world as well?

Or perhaps, this so-called "doujin" is a biographical record detailing the glorious deeds of This Seat's life?

Thinking of this, the tension on Bibi Dong's face eased slightly.

It stood to reason; as the Pope of Martial Soul Hall and a prodigy with Twin Martial Souls, it was only natural that she, Bibi Dong, would be praised even in other worlds.

"At least this brat has good taste."

Bibi Dong's beautiful eyes widened slightly, and with a hint of curiosity, she continued to read.

[It's fortunate that there's the subsidy from Martial Soul Hall; otherwise, in this perilous Douluo world, an orphan like me would never have survived until now.]

[This is all thanks to that Bibi Dong, who ordered Martial Soul Hall to provide orphanages and various benefits to orphans across the entire continent.]

[It's not just orphans; Martial Soul Hall also provides allowances to low-level spirit masters everywhere. Even in places like the Heaven Dou Empire, as long as you register at a Martial Soul branch hall, you can collect money every month.]

[I just went to collect 10 Gold Soul Coin today. It feels great! I must praise Martial Soul Hall and praise Bibi Dong first.]

Seeing this, a look of satisfaction appeared on Bibi Dong's originally icy face.

She adjusted her sitting posture slightly, crossing her slender legs, her mood inexplicably brightening.

For so many years, the number of people on the continent who cursed her was countless.

The two great empires viewed her as a scourge, the Upper Three Sects were wary and guarded against her, and even within Martial Soul Hall, those old fogies in the Worship Hall paid her lip service while defying her behind her back.

Everyone saw only her iron-fisted methods and her burning ambition.

Yet, very few remembered that it was she who had defied all opposition to maintain subsidies for commoner spirit masters and provide a sanctuary for homeless orphans.

Bibi Dong was an orphan herself; she knew better than anyone how difficult it was for a commoner without a background to survive in this world where the strong preyed on the weak.

"At least you're a sensible person."

A faint smile played on the corners of Bibi Dong's lips, and her impression of this transmigrator named Qin Feng rose slightly in her heart.

At the very least, he knew how to be grateful.

However, the next paragraph caused the smile on Bibi Dong's face to freeze instantly.

[Although Bibi Dong was an ingrate in the past for killing Qian Xunji, she did me a favor, and that cannot be denied.]

[But Bibi Dong is truly blind to have fallen for that piece of trash Yu Xiaogang. That Yu Xiaogang is a complete parasite who has been deceiving Bibi Dong all along...]

[He uses the Elder Token of Martial Soul Hall to show off everywhere and steals Martial Soul Hall's data to compile his own theories, only to turn around and help Tang San fight against Martial Soul Hall. It's truly disgusting.]

BOOM!

A terrifying murderous aura erupted instantly from Bibi Dong's body, and the surrounding temperature plummeted to the freezing point.