The highest-spec classroom in Spirit Hall Academy was utterly quiet.
At the podium, Bibi Dong held a slender silver pointer and paced slowly.
As the Pope of Spirit Hall, she possessed the effortless grace of someone long accustomed to being in a position of power.
Her close-fitting dark-purple dress perfectly outlined her mature figure.
The slit in the skirt ran high along the side, and as she walked, her long, straight legs, wrapped in black stockings, appeared and disappeared from view.
Her heels clicked crisply against the crystal floor.
Below her, many students hardly dared to breathe.
"Bibi Dong is so beautiful. Gangzi almost got lucky."
Only Qin Feng, seated by the window, rested his chin on one hand, his thoughts having long since wandered elsewhere.
"Ding!"
"Host's soul fluctuations detected. Create a chat group?"
A line of transparent text, visible only to Qin Feng, popped up right in front of him without warning.
The instant he read it, Qin Feng's heart gave a violent thump.
He had waited eight years.
His golden finger had finally arrived!
Qin Feng didn't originally belong to this world. Eight years ago, he had transmigrated into Douluo Continent and become the biological grandson of Golden Crocodile Douluo, the Second Worship of Spirit Hall.
Not only did he have powerful backing, but his talent was astonishing, too.
He had awakened two top-tier Mutated Martial Souls, unprecedented in the history of Douluo Continent.
A Golden Dragon in his right hand, and an Ice Phoenix in his left.
A dragon and phoenix, twin souls!
One represented ultimate strength, the other ultimate ice and snow.
In an ordinary Soul Master World, with talent like his, he could simply cultivate steadily and eventually reach the pinnacle of Douluo Continent.
But Qin Feng knew better than anyone.
The enemy he would face in the future was Tang San, who had cheats for the whole map, Hidden Weapons, and Dual Godhood.
Before that favored son of the plane, no matter how high your talent or how powerful your Martial Soul, without cheats, you were fated to become nothing but a stepping stone.
Now.
His own cheat had finally arrived.
Qin Feng didn't hesitate at all. With a mere flicker of his thoughts, he made his choice on the panel.
"Create!"
The panel changed in an instant, and a flood of information about the Chat Group poured into his mind.
The rules were simple and straightforward.
As the group owner, he could earn Activity Points by keeping the group lively, creating topics, and guiding the members' discussions.
Once his Activity Points reached the required threshold, he could receive all kinds of generous rewards from the system.
"Please set your exclusive nickname."
Qin Feng looked at the input box and thought for a moment.
If he wanted to liven things up, his name had to be down-to-earth.
Without hesitation, he typed in eight characters.
"Douluo People Don't Deceive Douluo People."
As soon as the confirmation chime rang, the Chat Group began sending out invitations automatically.
Meanwhile.
At the Heaven Dou Imperial Palace.
Qian Renxue had just taken off her disguise robe and changed into a loose silk nightdress.
She leaned lazily against a soft velvet sofa.
Her two long, snow-white legs rested casually crossed, their skin gleaming alluringly in the light.
Just as she was about to close her eyes and rest, a transparent screen suddenly appeared before her.
"Join the Chat Group?"
Qian Renxue's brows knit slightly as she warily looked around.
Only after confirming no assassin had snuck into the room did she tentatively extend her spiritual power toward the screen.
After checking once more that it was harmless, she chose to join.
"Please set your group nickname."
The first person to appear in Qian Renxue's mind was the woman sitting on the Pope's throne, who had always treated her with icy indifference.
A wave of resentment rose in her heart.
Her pale fingers tapped at the screen.
"I Have No Mom."
Looking at the nickname, Qian Renxue gave a soft snort.
It was only a string of virtual characters, but it still gave her the inexplicable satisfaction of having gotten back at Bibi Dong.
At the same time.
Inside Shrek Academy.
In the shabby girls' dormitory, Xiao Wu sat on a hard wooden bed, swinging her two tiny, glistening feet.
Today, she wore a pink cropped top, with her signature miniskirt below.
Her flawless legs were completely exposed, pale and smooth.
The curve of her arches was exquisite, and her ten plump, adorable toes curled playfully.
"What's this?"
Xiao Wu stared wide-eyed at the screen that had appeared out of nowhere.
Naturally curious, she agreed without a second thought.
When it came time to enter a nickname, she reached over and touched the carrot pillow beside her.
Then she happily typed in five characters.
"Bunny Eats Radish."
Back in the classroom at Spirit Hall Academy.
Bibi Dong finished explaining a point on the blackboard and turned around.
Her gaze landed precisely on Qin Feng, seated by the window.
Seeing him with his mind clearly elsewhere, Bibi Dong tapped the podium lightly with her silver pointer.
The crisp sound sent the classroom's atmosphere plummeting to freezing point.
She stepped forward, her long, black-stockinged legs moving as she prepared to leave the podium and give this gifted but perpetually inattentive troublemaker a good reprimand.
She had barely taken a step.
A transparent screen visible only to her appeared directly in front of her.
"Join the Chat Group?"
Bibi Dong froze on the spot.
A flicker of surprise crossed her beautiful eyes.
She was the dignified Pope of Spirit Hall, a peerless powerhouse at the Titled Douluo level.
Yet someone had projected some kind of Soul Skill or illusion directly into her eyes without her noticing?
Bibi Dong immediately and secretly channeled her Soul Power, trying to dispel the screen.
However, her Soul Power swept over it, and the screen remained completely unaffected, as if it were nothingness.
After a brief moment of thought and testing.
Bibi Dong realized that this thing didn't seem to be harmful, and the students below showed no reaction to the screen in front of her.
Only she could see it.
She hid the suspicion in her eyes and decided to find out what this so-called Chat Group was all about.
She fixed her thoughts on "Join."
Then, in the nickname field, she typed four characters with imposing authority.
"The Pope."
As soon as she entered, the screen's interface changed.
The member list appeared on the right.
At the very top was a nickname marked as the group owner.
"Douluo People Don't Deceive Douluo People?"
Bibi Dong repeated the strange name silently, her brows creasing.
Then, one after another, notifications of new members joining appeared on the screen.
[Bunny Eats Radish joined the Chat Group]
[My Cat Is White And Big joined the Chat Group]
[I Have No Mom joined the Chat Group]
Looking at these ridiculous nicknames, Bibi Dong tightened her fingers around the pointer.
What kind of riffraff were these?
Just then, the group owner spoke.
[Douluo People Don't Deceive Douluo People]: "Welcome, everyone, to the Chat Group. From now on, we're one big, loving family."