A Loving Family! Chat Group Activated!

The highest-spec classroom in Spirit Hall Academy was deathly quiet.

On the podium, Bibi Dong held a slender silver pointer, pacing slowly.

As the Pope of Spirit Hall, the graceful aura of one who had long held a position of power came naturally to her.

A dark purple, form-fitting gown outlined her mature figure to perfection.

The side slit of her skirt was cut extremely high, and with every step she took, her long, straight, beautiful legs—wrapped in black silk—flickered in and out of view.

Her high heels clicked crisply against the crystal floor.

It was enough to make the students below afraid to even breathe loudly.

Bibi Dong is truly beautiful; she almost ended up with that fool Gangzi.

Only Qin Feng, sitting by the window with his chin resting on one hand, had his mind drifting somewhere far away.

Ding!

Soul fluctuations detected from the host. Create a chat group?

A line of transparent text, visible only to Qin Feng, popped up directly in his line of sight without warning.

The moment he saw the text clearly, Qin Feng's heart skipped a beat.

He had waited eight years.

His golden finger had finally arrived!

Qin Feng did not belong to this world; he had transmigrated to the Douluo Continent eight years ago and become the grandson of the Second Elder of Spirit Hall, Golden Crocodile Douluo.

Not only was his background profound, but his talent was also exaggerated.

He had awakened the top-tier twin mutated spirits, unique in the history of the Douluo Continent.

A Golden Dragon in his right hand, an Ice Phoenix in his left.

Dragon and Phoenix born together!

One represented the ultimate in strength, the other the ultimate in ice and snow.

In the ordinary spirit master world, with such talent, as long as he cultivated step-by-step, reaching the pinnacle of the Douluo Continent would be a matter of course.

But Qin Feng knew better than anyone.

The enemy he would face in the future was Tang San, who ran with map hacks, hidden weapon hacks, and dual godhood hacks.

In front of that Son of the Plane, no matter how high your talent or how strong your spirit, if you didn't have a hack, you were destined to be a stepping stone for others.

Now.

The hack belonging to him, Qin Feng, had finally arrived.

Without a moment's hesitation, Qin Feng moved his thoughts and made his choice directly on the panel.

"Create!"

The panel screen shifted instantly, and a massive amount of information regarding the chat group flooded into his mind.

The rules were simple and straightforward.

As the group leader, he only needed to liven up the atmosphere, create topics, and guide group members in discussions to earn activity points.

Once the activity points reached the standard, he could obtain various generous rewards issued by the system.

"Please set your exclusive nickname, Group Leader."

Qin Feng looked at the input box and pondered for a moment.

Since he wanted to stir things up, the name naturally had to be down-to-earth.

He typed in eight characters without hesitation.

"Douluo People Don't Deceive Douluo People."

The moment the confirmation tone for the settings faded, the chat group began sending out invitations automatically.

At the same time.

Heaven Dou Imperial Palace.

Qian Renxue had just shed her disguise robe and changed into a loose, silk loungewear dress.

She leaned lazily against the soft velvet sofa.

Her two snow-white, long, beautiful legs were crossed casually, her skin glowing with an alluring luster under the lamplight.

Just as she was about to close her eyes and rest, a transparent light screen suddenly popped up in front of her.

"Join the chat group?"

Qian Renxue's delicate brows furrowed as she scanned her surroundings vigilantly.

After confirming that no assassins had infiltrated her room, she skeptically extended her spiritual power toward the light screen.

After verifying it was harmless, she chose to join.

"Please set your group nickname."

Qian Renxue's mind subconsciously conjured the image of the woman sitting on the Pope's throne, the one who always looked at her with cold indifference.

A surge of resentment welled up in her heart.

Her fair fingers tapped against the light screen.

"I Have No Mother."

Looking at this nickname, Qian Renxue gave a soft huff.

Although it was just a string of virtual characters, it gave her an inexplicable sense of pleasure, as if she had taken revenge on Bibi Dong.

At the same time.

Inside Shrek Academy.

In a dilapidated girls' dormitory, Xiao Wu sat on a hard wooden bed, swinging her two crystal-clear little feet.

She was wearing a pink short top today, paired with her signature ultra-short skirt.

Those flawless, beautiful legs were completely exposed to the air, fair and delicate.

The arch of her feet was exquisitely curved, and her ten round, cute toes were curling playfully.

"What is this thing?"

Xiao Wu widened her watery eyes, staring at the light screen that had appeared out of thin air before her.

Naturally curious, she didn't even think twice before clicking "Agree."

When it came to the nickname input stage, she reached out and touched the carrot pillow beside her pillow.

She immediately typed five characters with joy.

"Bunny Eats Radish."

The scene shifts back to 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, who was sitting by the window.

Seeing the boy's expression, clearly lost in thought, Bibi Dong tapped her silver pointer lightly against the podium.

The crisp sound caused the atmosphere in the entire classroom to drop to freezing point instantly.

She stepped forward with her long, beautiful legs encased in black silk, preparing to walk down from the podium to properly discipline this gifted but always indifferent troublemaker.

She had only just taken a step.

A transparent light screen, visible only to her, blocked her vision directly.

"Join the chat group?"

Bibi Dong froze on the spot.

A flash of astonishment crossed her beautiful eyes.

She was the dignified Pope of Spirit Hall, a supreme powerhouse at the Title Douluo level.

How could someone project a soul skill or illusion directly into her eyes without her noticing at all?

Bibi Dong immediately mobilized her soul power in secret, attempting to dispel the light screen.

However, as her soul power swept over it, the screen remained like a void, completely unaffected.

After a brief moment of thought and testing, Bibi Dong discovered that this thing didn't seem to be aggressive, and the students below were completely oblivious to the screen in front of her.

Only she could see it.

She suppressed the shock and suspicion in her eyes, deciding to investigate what this so-called chat group was all about.

She locked her intent onto "Join."

Then, in the nickname field, she typed four characters with great authority.

"Lord Pope."

As soon as she entered, the interface on the light screen changed.

On the right side, the group member list was displayed.

At the very top was a nickname with a group owner icon.

"Douluo People Don't Deceive Douluo People?"

Bibi Dong silently recited this strange name, her brows slightly furrowed.

Immediately after, notifications of new members joining began to pop up on the screen.

[Bunny Eats Radish joined the chat group]

[My Cat Is White And Big joined the chat group]

[I Have No Mom Join Chat Group]

Looking at these chaotic nicknames, Bibi Dong's fingers tightened around her teaching cane.

What kind of riffraff were these people?

Just then, the group owner spoke.

[Douluo People Don't Deceive Douluo People]: "Welcome everyone to the chat group. From this day forward, we are one big, loving family."