Reward Outburst! Soul Ring, Soul Bone!

"No... impossible..."

Bibi Dong desperately denied it in her heart.

Back then, it was she who had personally arranged for Yu Xiaogang to enter the library.

Yet, the details mentioned by the Group Leader, the original records from the Spirit Hall archives, were not off by even a single bit!

She was a brilliant woman by nature; after a brief moment of recollection and verification, she realized that what the Group Leader said was true.

Those theories she had once regarded as absolute truth—once the deliberately omitted prerequisites were added back in—instantly caused the glorious, towering image of Master Yu Xiaogang to crack and fracture.

Watching the constant stream of messages in the group chat expressing agreement.

Bibi Dong bit her red lips hard, her beautiful face turning deathly pale, and the faith she had held onto for so many years began to crumble.

Just at this moment.

Directly in front of Qin Feng's line of sight, a brilliant golden light erupted.

The system notification sound was crisp and pleasant.

"Ding!"

"Congratulations to the Group Leader for successfully creating a high-quality topic, triggering intense emotional fluctuations among group members!"

"Activity points have reached the target!"

"Reward obtained: One exclusive topic gift pack!"

"Reward obtained: One group activity milestone gift pack!"

Looking at the two gift packs radiating treasure light as they lay quietly in his inventory.

Qin Feng let out a long sigh of relief.

After all that talk, he finally saw some return on his investment.

Without hesitation, he issued the command in his mind.

"System."

"Open them all!"

"Ding!"

"Congratulations to the host for obtaining the reward: Spirit Power increased by ten levels!"

"Congratulations to the host for obtaining the reward: Martial Soul bloodline significantly enhanced!"

"Congratulations to the host for obtaining the reward: All Spirit Ring ages increased by one thousand years!"

"Congratulations to the host for obtaining the reward: One growth-type ten-thousand-year torso bone!"

The moment the series of mechanical voices faded, Qin Feng felt an overwhelming force appear out of thin air.

This power surged directly into his limbs and bones, rampaging through his meridians.

His previously calm spirit power was like dry wood set ablaze, instantly boiling over.

Qin Feng pressed his lips together tightly, forcing back the groan of pleasure threatening to escape his throat.

The spirit power within his body was climbing at an exaggerated speed.

Level thirty, level thirty-one... it surged past his original bottleneck, crossing ten minor realms before finally coming to a halt.

Accompanying this was the deepening of his spirit ring colors.

His already high-configuration spirit rings now took on an even more profound hue, their ages forcibly raised by a thousand years.

The most overbearing change was the torso bone that had materialized and fused into his spine.

The pressure of a ten-thousand-year-level bone spread through his skeleton, perfectly integrating with his physical body.

Qin Feng could clearly perceive that this spirit bone still held infinite potential, growing slowly with every breath he took.

Deep within his sea of consciousness, two massive phantoms underwent a transformation.

The Golden Dragon's scales became even more dazzling, each one containing a sense of ultimate power.

The Ice Phoenix's wings grew fuller, and the extreme cold aura surrounding it even caused ice crystals to form within his mental sea.

In this moment, his two top-tier Martial Souls compensated for their innate mutation defects, reaching true perfection.

Dragon and Phoenix coexisted, complementing each other.

Qin Feng had only one feeling right now: terrifyingly strong!

If he weren't currently sitting in the highest-spec classroom of the Spirit Hall Academy, he would have wanted to reveal his Martial Souls and spirit rings right then and there to fully experience this earth-shattering change.

Forcibly suppressing the agitation in his heart, Qin Feng exhaled a long breath and refocused his attention on the chat group.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the group chat interface was tense and ready to explode.

Inside the Dean's office of the Blue Lightning Academy.

Liu Erlong sat before a large solid wood desk, her beautiful eyes fixed on the light screen in front of her.

She was wearing a tight leather outfit today, which wrapped tightly around her proud and explosive figure.

The collar of her dress rose and fell with her rapid breathing, revealing a figure that was both mature and stunningly beautiful.

Seeing the message from the user named "Pope" in the group, Liu Erlong instantly identified the person's identity.

Calling herself "This Seat" and claiming to understand Yu Xiaogang's theories better than anyone else.

Who else could it be but that high and mighty woman from Spirit Hall?

At the mere thought of Yu Xiaogang, and then of Bibi Dong, Liu Erlong felt a surge of wicked fire rush straight to her head.

Her teeth itched with anger as her slender fingers jabbed heavily at the light screen. She even changed her nickname to "Gentle Fire Dragon" on a whim, intending to give her a taste of her own medicine.

[Gentle Fire Dragon]: "Oh, I wondered who had such a big mouth. So it's the Pope of Spirit Hall."

[Gentle Fire Dragon]: "Do you really think you're some pure and noble figure? You're nothing but a stinking woman abandoned by a man."

The moment this message was sent, it was like splashing a ladle of cold water into a pot of boiling oil.

Heaven Dou Imperial Palace.

Qian Renxue was still leaning lazily against the sofa, her two snow-white, crossed legs swaying gently.

She had originally been watching the show from the sidelines, not paying much attention to the discussion about martial soul theories in the group.

But seeing that woman she loathed being attacked, Qian Renxue's eyes lit up instantly.

A trace of satisfaction spread through her heart.

Without hesitation, she extended her finger, typed on the light screen, and joined the fray.

[I Have No Mother]: "Pope? Could it be the current Pope of Spirit Hall?"

[I Have No Mother]: "I really didn't expect that a dignified Pope would be abandoned by a man. It seems this wicked woman really is unwanted by men. It's hilarious."

Meanwhile, far away in the Shrek Academy girls' dormitory.

Xiao Wu was hugging a carrot pillow, her two small feet kicking back and forth in the air.

As a hundred-thousand-year-old soul beast in human form, her hatred for Spirit Hall was carved into her bones.

Seeing someone take the lead in insulting the Pope of Spirit Hall, Xiao Wu naturally wouldn't miss this chance to kick a man when he was down.

[Bunny Eats Carrots]: "Exactly, exactly!"

[Bunny Eats Carrots]: "It serves that wicked woman right to be unwanted by men, bleh! I bet that so-called Pope is an incredibly ugly hag, otherwise why would she have been abandoned?"

One taunt after another scrolled across the light screen, and the atmosphere in the group instantly became thick with gunpowder.

In a classroom at the Spirit Hall Academy.

Hu Liena, sitting in the front row, was flipping through her textbook while simultaneously keeping a portion of her mind on the chat group that had suddenly appeared before her.

She was wearing a form-fitting academy uniform today, her shapely, slender legs pressed together beneath her short skirt, exuding a natural, fox-like charm and youthful beauty.

Seeing those people in the group viciously attacking her teacher, Hu Liena could no longer sit still.

[Fragrant Fox]: "How can you all say such things?"

[Fragrant Fox]: "Spirit Hall has made quite a few contributions to the Douluo Continent, at the very least. What right do you have to insult the Pope of Spirit Hall?"

On the podium.

Bibi Dong had been trying to maintain her composure while teaching.

But when she clearly read the words "stinking woman abandoned by a man" in the group, she felt as if she had been struck by lightning.

That past, deeply buried in the bottom of her heart, had been cruelly ripped open in front of a group of strangers.

Her chest heaved violently, and the silver pointer in her hand was squeezed until it deformed.