Bibi Dong: Insolent!!

Upon hearing the number "one hundred thousand," Qin Feng's fingers paused for a fleeting moment.

Seeing this, Luo Cheng felt a surge of joy and continued to up the ante:

"If you can win the match, the prize money will be multiplied tenfold! One million Gold Soul Coin! Plus, our Great Soul Arena will owe you a favor!"

One million!

Qin Feng's heart gave a violent jolt.

He was an orphan who had grown up relying on the charity of others, and the Gold Soul Coin in his pocket had never exceeded four digits.

What was the concept of one million Gold Soul Coin?

In this world, it was enough for him to live an incredibly luxurious life and purchase the finest cultivation resources.

How many top-tier medicinal herbs could this amount of money buy?

Although Qin Feng felt a stir of excitement, he maintained the calm, detached expression of an expert on his face.

He slowly raised his head, his gaze locking directly onto Luo Cheng.

Then, he shook his head.

The smile on Luo Cheng's face froze instantly.

"Captain Qin, this... one million Gold Soul Coin is already an astronomical price. Is it still not enough?"

He truly had not expected that a teenager could remain indifferent in the face of such a massive fortune.

Qin Feng leaned back slightly against the chair, a playful arc tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"Supervisor Luo, those people from Shrek Seven Devils are not easy to deal with."

"This little bit of money makes it hard for me to risk my life for you."

As he spoke, he held up two fingers and rubbed them together lightly.

"You need to add more money!"

At dusk, the setting sun bled across the sky like fresh blood.

Qin Feng left the teaching building and walked alone on the path back to his dormitory.

The usually noisy campus would fall into a brief silence whenever he passed by.

Those noble students, who were usually arrogant and looked down on everyone, now looked like mice seeing a cat when they saw Qin Feng, their eyes filled with awe.

The passing students consciously retreated to both sides of the road, clearing a wide path for him.

"Look, that's Qin Feng!"

"Shh! Keep your voice down! That's the ruthless guy who can send Yu Tianheng flying with a single palm!"

"So cool, I heard he's the new captain of the team now..."

Qin Feng listened to the whispers around him, his heart remaining completely unmoved.

The strong rule over the weak; this was the most naked law of the Douluo Continent.

Returning to his quarters, Qin Feng closed the door and casually summoned that plain-looking diary.

Since those "Shrek Seven Devils" had delivered themselves to his doorstep, if he didn't write something down, how could he justify these walking experience points?

He lifted his pen and let the words fall.

Pope Palace, private chambers.

Bibi Dong lay on her side on the throne that symbolized supreme power, her posture extremely languid.

She was not wearing her heavy papal robes, but rather a purple silk nightgown, the neckline slightly open to reveal a breathtaking glimpse of snow-white skin.

Her long, straight, beautiful legs were draped casually over the armrest, her skin as fair as snow and translucent, glowing with an ivory luster under the soft light of the soul-guide lamp.

Her pale purple eyes were currently scanning the copy of the diary in her hands with feigned indifference.

She had been dealing with official business all day, yet the rebellious content within this diary kept surfacing in her mind from time to time.

Suddenly, the diary flickered with light, and new handwriting began to emerge.

Bibi Dong's beautiful eyes narrowed, and she sat up straight.

[Unexpectedly, some accidents occurred, and my opponent turned out to be Yu Tianheng. I wonder how that happened?]

[But it doesn't matter. Even if it is Yu Tianheng, he is absolutely no match for me.]

[That big oaf actually wanted to test his physical strength against mine? He's simply courting death. I have logically become the captain of the Heaven Dou Royal Team.]

Seeing this, the corners of Bibi Dong's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a look of surprise.

"This kid actually has some skill."

As a direct descendant of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, Yu Tianheng's strength was undoubtedly top-tier among his peers.

That Qin Feng could defeat him—and judging by his tone, win so easily—was enough to prove that his strength was extraordinary.

However, the content that followed immediately caused the expression on Bibi Dong's face to freeze.

[And let alone Yu Tianheng, even if Bibi Dong came herself, she wouldn't be able to do anything about my Flying Thunder God technique.]

[But for now, I'll just develop stealthily. In a month at most, I'll be able to give Bibi Dong a good thrashing.]

"Insolent!"

Bibi Dong sat up abruptly, uncrossing her legs.

Her bare feet touched the cold marble floor; the sudden chill helped her calm down slightly, yet her chest still heaved violently.

As the dignified Pope of the Martial Soul Hall and a peerless powerhouse standing at the pinnacle of the continent, how could she be so slighted by a mere teenager?

"Flying Thunder God technique?"

Bibi Dong's brows locked together; the term was entirely foreign to her.

Having spent years climbing through the ranks of the soul master world, she had never heard of a soul skill or cultivation method by that name.

Could it be some kind of powerful spatial soul skill?

"She wouldn't be able to do anything to him, even me?"

Bibi Dong sneered, cold light flickering in her eyes.

This Qin Feng was far too arrogant. Did he really think a few lucky encounters made him untouchable?

But what truly made her feel ashamed and angry was the latter part of the sentence.

Give her a good thrashing?

What kind of thrashing?

Unbidden, images of the scandalous scenes previously mentioned in Qin Feng's Diary surfaced in Bibi Dong's mind.

This bastard always described his methods against her in such an unsightly manner.

Especially when she recalled Qin Feng's vow in the diary to humiliate her in front of Yu Xiaogang, a flush of red could not help but creep across her exquisite face.

"Utterly vulgar!"

Bibi Dong gritted her silver teeth and slammed the diary down onto the table.

Yet, amidst that shame and anger, there seemed to be a trace of something strange and imperceptible mixed in.

This brat was actually confident he could surpass her in a month?

A month?

Even if a god descended, it would be impossible for a Soul Ancestor to possess the strength to contend with a Limit Douluo in a mere month.

"I'll see exactly what you plan to use to thrash me in a month."

Heaven Dou City, Crown Prince's bedchamber.

Qian Renxue was currently sitting at her desk, reading a secret report by the bright candlelight, with Qin Feng's Diary spread open beside it.

Seeing the description of Qin Feng killing Yu Tianheng in seconds to seize the captaincy, she was not as emotional as Bibi Dong, but instead fell into deep thought.

"Even Yu Tianheng was defeated..."

Qian Renxue tapped her fingers against the table, creating a rhythmic sound.

Having been lurking in Heaven Dou for many years, she knew the situation at the Heaven Dou Royal Academy like the back of her hand.

Although Yu Tianheng was young, he had almost no rivals among his peers, thanks to the dominance of his Blue Lightning Overlord Dragon martial soul.

The fact that Qin Feng could win meant his combat power had already far exceeded the scope of a Soul Ancestor.

"Flying Thunder God technique... even that woman can't do anything about it?"

Qian Renxue's eyes flickered.

She knew Bibi Dong's strength too well; it was truly unfathomable.

If Qin Feng was not lying, then this so-called "Flying Thunder God" was definitely some kind of heaven-defying life-saving skill.

"I had originally planned to use some methods to manipulate him if he didn't prove obedient."