Bibi Dong Wants to Take Chen Doudou to Bully the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect

Pope Palace.

A soul master dressed in black walked in silently, knelt on one knee, and reported everything that had just occurred at the Martial Soul Academy to Wang Xian'er and Bibi Dong in meticulous detail.

From the 1,100-kilogram physical test to the group Healing of the others, and finally the conversation with Huo Yuhao in front of the grilled fish stall, the black-clad soul master recounted it all with absolute clarity.

After listening, Wang Xian'er furrowed her brows and waved her hand. "You may go."

"Yes."

The black-clad soul master's figure flickered, merging back into the shadows.

Once he had left, Wang Xian'er spoke up, her tone laced with confusion. "Ancestor, Doudou's behavior is certainly cute; to know that one must guard against others at such a young age. But I don't understand why you would specifically send someone to monitor his every move. He is your son, after all."

In her eyes, this was undoubtedly a mother's overprotectiveness toward her child.

Bibi Dong, who had been casually flipping through files, froze for a moment before bursting into a laugh, smiling bitterly. "I am in no position to be Doudou's mother."

"Ah?"

Wang Xian'er hesitated, her expression shifting to one of extreme shock. "Ancestor, Doudou is not your son?"

The strength Chen Doudou had displayed could be described as peerless. Six years old, level twenty-eight, and a ten-thousand-year second soul ring. The only explanation she could conceive was the "God-level Martial Soul" recorded in the history of Martial Soul Hall, which only those with innate level twenty Soul Power could possibly achieve. If Bibi Dong were his mother, everything would make perfect sense.

Bibi Dong saw through her misunderstanding at a glance and immediately said, "Stop guessing. Doudou's mother is the Rakshasa Goddess of the God Realm, and his father is the Asura God King. His status is so noble that it can be called the highest in the God Realm."

Wang Xian'er felt a roar in her mind, her pupils trembling violently. She had considered that Chen Doudou's identity might be noble, but she never imagined it would be to this extent! To be ranked first even in the God Realm?!! His father is the Asura God King, and his mother is the Rakshasa Goddess. Good heavens, truly good heavens! This wasn't just some young master of Martial Soul Hall; this was a little ancestor from the God Realm!

Bibi Dong warned her with a solemn expression, "Keep this to yourself. Do not tell anyone else."

"Yes, Ancestor." Wang Xian'er suppressed the turbulent shock in her heart and hurriedly agreed, though a cold sweat had already broken out on her back.

Bibi Dong said no more, turning back to the files on her desk, which were densely packed with records of sects and forces that had once kicked Martial Soul Hall while it was down. Her fingertip tapped lightly on a certain name. "What was the reply from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?"

"None." Wang Xian'er shook her head, her tone tinged with resentment. "The letters we sent were like stones cast into the sea; I suspect they simply intercepted them."

How the mighty have fallen, bullied even by dogs. Now, even the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect dared to ignore their Martial Soul Hall.

"Hmph." Bibi Dong let out a cold snort, her expression darkening instantly, a sliver of icy killing intent flashing in her purple eyes. "The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect has truly regressed; it seems they have forgotten the fear of those years." She closed the file, her tone indifferent. "No need for them to reply. Tomorrow, I will personally take Doudou to pay them a visit."

Since you do not wish to be decent, I shall go there myself to help you be decent. It would also be a good opportunity for Doudou to learn the feeling of bullying others.

"What? Ancestor, you are going yourself?" Wang Xian'er was shocked and hurriedly stood up. "I will go arrange for several Titled Elders to accompany you immediately to ensure nothing goes wrong!"

She was about to head out when a slender hand, firm as an iron clamp, pressed down on her shoulder.

"Sit down." Bibi Dong pressed lightly on her shoulder; the force was not great, yet it left her unable to move. "It is merely dealing with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect; I alone am enough."

Bibi Dong's tone was light and breezy. Looking at that incredibly calm face, Wang Xian'er suddenly realized. She had almost forgotten that the person before her was Bibi Dong! The Holy Pope who had once nearly unified the continent and made countless sects tremble in fear! She began to feel a sense of mourning for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

"By the way, is there any news on Xie Yue and Hu Liena, whom I asked you to find?"

"Not yet. They may not be within the borders of Martial Soul City. Perhaps we need to send people to search in the Heaven Dou Empire and Star Luo."

"Then let's go find them."

Bibi Dong sighed softly and waved her hand.

"Yes, I'll go arrange for people right away."

Martial Soul Academy, Junior, Fifth Grade Class One.

The bell for the end of the gravity class had just rung.

The students inside collapsed on the ground like a pile of mud, gasping for air.

The torment of triple gravity had left these young Soul Masters, averaging eleven or twelve years old, utterly exhausted.

"Ouch... my legs... my legs aren't mine anymore..."

"Who's is? I didn't even have the strength to lift my hand just now, felt like my Soul Power was completely drained."

"But speaking of which, even though this class is tiring, the effect is really good. I feel like my strength has increased again."

The students gathered together, recovering their strength while chatting about academy gossip. Their voices were weak, but they couldn't hide their enthusiasm for gossip.

"Did you hear? We have a monster in our academy."

A boy flipped over and said, looking at the ceiling.

"You're talking about that Jiang Nannan, right? I heard from my sister that she's only eight years old and already level twenty-two Soul Power. It's outrageous."

Someone next to him chimed in, their tone full of envy and jealousy.

"That's nothing. That Chen Doudou is the truly terrifying one, level twenty-eight at six years old."

Another boy suddenly sat up, gesturing exaggeratedly: "Damn, he must have started cultivating in the womb, or maybe his family is loaded and they eat pills like meals every day?"

"I suspect he's on drugs."

"Exactly, exactly. He's too abnormal. How are we ordinary Soul Masters supposed to live..."

The discussions rose and fell, all lamenting the abnormality of these two new students.

Ye Guyi was also covered in sweat, her hair damp and clinging to her cheeks.

Leaning against the wall, she listened to the chatter around her, a faint smile on her lips: "Doudou, you really know how to cause a stir."

After resting for a moment and recovering some strength, she pushed herself up from the wall, preparing to leave.

Today was Doudou's first day of class, and as his older sister, she had to cook him a meal herself.

Just then, a pretty blonde figure quietly slipped up behind her and gently tapped her shoulder with her slender fingers.

"Sister Guyi, where are you rushing off to?"

Ye Guyi turned around and saw the person: "Xiao Di? Is something wrong?"

The newcomer was Yu Mengdi, a girl she had grown up with but who had a completely different personality.

"Hehe, you noticed."

Yu Mengdi smiled shyly, revealing two cute little canine teeth.