"No... impossible..."
Bibi Dong frantically denied it in her heart.
Back then, she had personally arranged for Yu Xiaogang to enter the library.
But every detail the Chat Group owner had revealed matched the original records in Spirit Hall's archives without the slightest discrepancy!
She was a clever woman. A brief review and verification were all it took for her to realize that the Chat Group owner was telling the truth.
Once the theories she had once regarded as gospel were paired with the prerequisites that had been deliberately omitted, the radiant, towering image of Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang instantly cracked all over.
She watched as one message after another appeared in the group, expressing renewed agreement.
Bibi Dong clenched her red lips. Her pretty face had gone deathly pale, and the faith she had held onto for years began to waver.
Just then.
A dazzling golden light erupted right in front of Qin Feng.
The system's notification rang out, crisp and clear.
"Ding!"
"Congratulations, group owner! You have successfully created a high-quality topic, triggering intense emotional reactions from the group members!"
"Activity threshold reached!"
"Reward: One topic-exclusive grand prize pack!"
"Reward: One group activity milestone pack!"
Looking at the two prize packs resting quietly in his inventory, both radiating treasure-like light,
Qin Feng let out a long breath.
After all that talking, he was finally seeing some returns.
Without hesitation, he issued a command in his mind.
"System."
"Open them all!"
"Ding!"
"Congratulations, host! Reward obtained: Soul Power increased by ten levels!"
"Congratulations, host! Reward obtained: Martial Soul bloodline greatly enhanced!"
"Congratulations, host! Reward obtained: All Soul Rings' ages increased by one thousand years!"
"Congratulations, host! Reward obtained: One evolvable ten-thousand-year torso bone!"
As soon as the string of mechanical notifications ended, Qin Feng felt a force as powerful as a collapsing mountain range appear out of nowhere.
It surged straight into every limb and bone, racing wildly through his meridians.
His Soul Power, previously as still as a pond, flared like dry kindling set alight and boiled over in an instant.
Qin Feng pressed his lips tightly together, holding back the pleasure threatening to spill from his throat.
The Soul Power inside him was climbing at an absurd rate.
Level thirty, level thirty-one... It smashed through his original bottleneck, rising across ten minor levels before finally coming to a stop.
At the same time, the colors of his Soul Rings deepened.
His already outstanding Soul Ring configuration now gained an even richer hue, their ages forcibly increased by a thousand years.
The most overbearing change came from the torso bone that had fused out of nowhere into his spine.
The pressure of a ten-thousand-year Soul Bone spread through his bones, fitting perfectly with his body.
Qin Feng could clearly sense that the Soul Bone held limitless potential and was slowly growing with every breath.
Deep in his Sea of Consciousness, two enormous phantoms underwent a transformation.
The Golden Dragon's scales shone more brilliantly than ever, each one brimming with overwhelming power.
The Ice Phoenix's wings grew fuller, and the frigid air swirling around it was so intense that ice crystals formed in the Sea of Consciousness.
In that moment, the two supreme Martial Souls made up for their innate mutations and became truly flawless.
The dragon and phoenix coexisted, complementing each other.
Qin Feng had only one thought now: he was terrifyingly strong!
If he hadn't been sitting in the highest-standard classroom at Spirit Hall Academy, he would have wanted to reveal his Martial Souls and Soul Rings right then and there, and properly experience this earth-shaking transformation.
He forcibly suppressed the excitement surging in his heart, breathed out a long plume of stale air, and turned his attention back to the Chat Group.
The atmosphere in the group chat had become as tense as a drawn bow.
Inside the principal's office at Blue Tyrant Academy.
Liu Erlong sat behind a broad solid-wood desk, her beautiful eyes fixed on the screen before her.
Today she wore a tight leather outfit that hugged her stunningly voluptuous figure.
The fabric across her chest rose and fell with her quick breaths, drawing attention to her ample curves. She looked both mature and gorgeous.
When she saw the message from someone named "Pope," Liu Erlong immediately figured out who it was.
She called herself "this seat" and kept claiming to understand Yu Xiaogang's theories better than anyone.
Who else could it be but that lofty woman from Spirit Hall?
At the thought of Yu Xiaogang, then of Bibi Dong, Liu Erlong felt a ball of Evil Fire shoot straight to her head.
Her teeth practically itched with anger. She jabbed at the screen with slender fingers, even changing her nickname to Gentle Fire Dragon on a whim, intent on giving the other woman a taste of her own medicine.
[Gentle Fire Dragon]: "Oh, I was wondering who had such a big mouth. Turns out it's the Pope of Spirit Hall."
[Gentle Fire Dragon]: "You really think you're some pure and noble big shot? You're just a stinking woman who got dumped by a man."
As soon as the message was sent, it was like a ladle of cold water splashed into a boiling pot of oil.
Heaven Dou Imperial Palace.
Qian Renxue was still lounging lazily on the sofa, her two long, snowy-white legs crossed and swaying gently.
She had only been watching from the sidelines, not particularly interested in the group's discussion of Martial Soul theory.
But when she saw that woman she hated getting roasted, Qian Renxue's eyes lit up.
A flicker of satisfaction spread through her heart.
She reached out without hesitation and typed on the screen, jumping straight into the fray.
[I Have No Mom]: "Pope? Could that be the current Pope of Spirit Hall?"
[I Have No Mom]: "I never would've guessed that the dignified Pope had gotten dumped by a man too. Looks like this wicked woman really can't get a man! That's hilarious."
Meanwhile, far away in the girls' dormitory at Shrek Academy.
Xiao Wu hugged a carrot-shaped pillow, her little feet kicking back and forth in the air.
As a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast who had taken human form, her hatred of Spirit Hall was etched into her bones.
Now that she saw someone taking the lead in insulting Spirit Hall's Pope, Xiao Wu wasn't about to miss the chance to kick someone when they were down.
[Bunny Eats Radish]: "Exactly!"
[Bunny Eats Radish]: "It's only right that a wicked woman no man wants gets what she deserves! Bleh! I bet that so-called Pope is hideously ugly. Otherwise, why would anyone dump her?"
One taunt after another scrolled across the screen, and the group's atmosphere instantly grew thick with hostility.
Inside a classroom at Spirit Hall Academy.
Hu Liena sat in the front row, reading her textbook while also sparing a sliver of attention for the Chat Group that had suddenly appeared before her.
Today she wore a fitted academy uniform. Her shapely, slender legs were pressed together beneath her short skirt, giving her a naturally bewitching yet youthful beauty.
Seeing those people in the group viciously attack her teacher, Hu Liena couldn't sit still any longer.
[Fragrant Fox]: "How can you talk like that?"
[Fragrant Fox]: "Spirit Hall has made plenty of contributions to Douluo Continent. What right do you have to insult the Pope of Spirit Hall like this?"
At the lectern,
Bibi Dong had still been forcing herself to remain calm and continue the lesson.
But when she saw the words "stinking woman who got dumped by a man" in the group, she felt as if she'd been struck by lightning.
The past she had buried deep in her heart had just been dragged into the open and her wound ripped raw before a group of strangers.
Her chest heaved violently, and the silver teaching baton in her hand was crushed out of shape.