Bibi Dong's Little Thoughts

Bibi Dong stood up and looked down at Deng Tianxin. Her voice remained as gentle as a spring breeze, but the content was anything but: "If you go to school obediently, I might consider giving you fewer cultivation tasks. If you don't..."

She paused, her gaze sweeping meaningfully over Deng Tianxin's backside.

Deng Tianxin subconsciously tensed his body, a flush of humiliated anger appearing on his small face.

This trick again!

As the dignified Saintess of the Spirit Hall, she threatened to spank a six-year-old child at every turn. Did she have no shame?

"If you have the guts, then do it," Deng Tianxin said, stiffening his neck and acting tough. "When I grow up, I'll collect this debt with interest!"

"Then we'll talk about it when you're grown," Bibi Dong remained completely unmoved. "For now, you are my disciple, so you must listen to me. One month from now, you will go to school obediently. Do you hear me?"

She scoffed inwardly at Deng Tianxin's words; by the time he grew up, she would already be a Titled Douluo.

No matter how great his talent was, it was impossible for him to surpass her.

Deng Tianxin stared at Bibi Dong for several seconds before suddenly collapsing back onto his lounge chair like a deflated balloon. He rolled his eyes, adopting a "to hell with it" attitude: "Fine, fine, I'll go, alright?"

Watching his "life is meaningless" expression, Bibi Dong couldn't help but curl her lips and reach out to ruffle his hair: "That's more like it. Don't worry, the teachers at the academy are all very good. You'll like it."

"Like hell I will." Deng Tianxin muttered unhappily. Then, as if remembering something, he sat bolt upright, a cunning smile appearing on his small face: "But since you've said so much, I have one condition."

"What condition?" Bibi Dong raised an eyebrow.

"I can go to school, but you aren't allowed to follow me there to check on me," Deng Tianxin said with a serious expression. "And you are definitely not allowed to call me a little brat, hit my head, pinch my cheeks, or grab me by the collar in front of the teachers and students. In short, you cannot let anyone at the school know that you know me."

Bibi Dong paused for a moment before realizing that this little brat was afraid she would ruin his reputation in front of his classmates.

After all, while he was lawless and arrogant in front of her, he still maintained the image of a polite and well-behaved little gentleman in front of outsiders.

If she were to call him a "little brat" in public, the persona he had worked so hard to cultivate would be completely destroyed.

"Fine, I agree." Bibi Dong readily consented.

Deng Tianxin breathed a sigh of relief and lay back down on the chair, resuming his lordly posture.

However, he was sneering inwardly.

School? So what if he went?

Could a school on the Douluo Continent really be harder than a school on Earth?

One had to remember that Earth had the college entrance exam, while here on the Douluo Continent, one only needed to raise their level.

Bibi Dong watched his self-assured demeanor, and the smile on her face deepened.

This little brat thought school was a place to enjoy himself? How naive.

The first rule of the Spirit Hall Soul Master Academy was that all students were equal; regardless of background or talent, everyone had to strictly follow the school's rules and regulations.

Disobedient?

Standing in the corner, copying lines, and calling the parents.

She really wanted to see if he could keep that "lordly" expression on his little face when he was being punished by his teacher.

As long as she was called in as a parent, she would go back and spank him.

"Oh, right," Bibi Dong suddenly stopped and turned around as if she had just remembered something. "There is one more thing I forgot to tell you."

Deng Tianxin's hand, which was holding his teacup, paused slightly. He raised his eyebrows in vigilance: "What is it?"

Bibi Dong revealed a meaningful smile: "One of the rules at the Spirit Hall Soul Master Academy is a specific procedure for dealing with disobedient students: calling the parents. If a student repeatedly refuses to change their ways, the teacher will notify the parents to come to the school. And your parent is me."

She paused, satisfied to see the color drain from Deng Tianxin's small face at a visible rate, before slowly delivering the final blow: "So, if you get into trouble at school and I get called in, you can imagine for yourself what I'll do once I arrive."

Deng Tianxin's hand holding the teacup trembled slightly.

He could certainly imagine it; this vengeful woman would definitely pin him across her lap and spank him in front of the entire school.

"You're abusing your power!" Deng Tianxin set down his teacup and accused her indignantly.

"I am the Saintess, and I helped draft the school rules," Bibi Dong said, her expression unchanging. "This is, at most, a reasonable exercise of my authority."

Deng Tianxin: "..."

He found himself completely speechless.

"So," Bibi Dong patted his head twice, her tone as gentle as if she were coaxing a child, "go to school obediently, listen well in class, and don't cause trouble, understand?"

Deng Tianxin squeezed three words through his teeth: "...Understood."

"Good." Bibi Dong nodded with satisfaction and straightened up to walk out of the hall.

When she reached the door, she suddenly stopped and looked back at Deng Tianxin with a faint, elusive smile on her lips.

"By the way, the term 'Old Deng' is an insult in our village. You used it wrong earlier."

After saying this, she turned and left, leaving behind a trail of bell-like laughter echoing in the hall.

Deng Tianxin muttered to himself: "Old witch, I curse you to be single for the rest of your life."

"Old witch, tigress, you'll never get married, stay single forever..."

Bibi Dong stood outside the door and listened for a few moments, the curve of her lips only rising higher.

This little brat certainly had a rich vocabulary for insults, though it was a pity he kept repeating the same old routines.

Either cursing her to be single or cursing her to never get married—it was so childish it made her want to laugh.

Who was she, Bibi Dong?

The Saintess of Spirit Hall, a genius with twin spirits, and the future successor to the Pope.

The men who wanted to marry her could line up from Spirit City to Sea God Island and back again; if she truly wanted to marry, she could pick and choose from the young talents of the entire continent.

It was just that her current goal was to become stronger, and men were the sort of things that only hindered her cultivation speed.

That was something that little brat had helped her realize.

Thinking of this, the lingering irritation Bibi Dong felt toward Deng Tianxin dissipated a little more.

Forget it, let him vent his anger by cursing behind her back; the matter of him attending school was already set in stone, and no matter how much he cursed, he couldn't change anything.

Bibi Dong stepped forward in a pleasant mood, heading toward the cultivation room.

However, after a few steps, Deng Tianxin's pouting little face surfaced in her mind again.

Although this little brat had a sharp tongue, was lazy, and was lawless, at the end of the day, he was only a six-year-old child, and he was indeed cute.

With his chubby cheeks, round eyes, and that pair of small dragon horns on his head, in another dozen years or so, he would likely grow into quite a handsome appearance.

It was just that his personality was truly hard to compliment; what girl could stand that mouth of his?