His thoughts sank straight into the system interface.
Qin Feng carefully inspected the details of the ten red-envelope blind boxes.
They contained countless rare resources that would make anyone green with envy.
They could greatly increase the age of a Spirit Ring, contain high-quality Soul Bones, and might even yield a top-tier Mutated Martial Soul.
What was more, the red envelopes were incredibly flexible to use.
He could toss one into the group for everyone to scramble over, or choose a specific person to receive it as a personal reward.
Seeing the detailed description of its features, Qin Feng was quite pleased.
His gaze swept over Bibi Dong's photo on the screen, showcasing her striking legs in black stockings. The Pope certainly had a figure to die for; just looking at her was a feast for the eyes.
"Photos get rewards."
Qin Feng lightly tapped the screen and sent the message to the group.
Then, without hesitation, he selected the avatar of "Pope."
He took one of the ten blind boxes and sent it over as a private red envelope.
A conspicuous golden notification instantly appeared on the screen.
[Group Owner "Douluo People Don't Deceive Douluo People" rewarded "Pope" with a private red envelope.]
As soon as the notification appeared,
the chat group, which had been filled with question marks, erupted.
[Gentle Fire Dragon]: "What's this? A red envelope? You can give rewards in the group?"
[Bunny Eats Radish]: "Yeah! What kind of fun thing did the group owner send?"
Everyone in the group was completely baffled.
No one had ever seen such a novel feature, and they were even more curious about the glittering golden red-envelope icon.
Deep within Spirit Hall, in a luxurious, spacious study,
Bibi Dong sat in a wide-backed solid-wood chair, looking at the red envelope with her name on it with utter disdain.
She was the dignified Pope of Spirit Hall, commanding more than half the Soul Masters in the world.
What rare treasures under heaven had she not seen?
And now some lousy red envelope from a mere chat group was supposed to win her over?
"Does he really think I'm some shallow village woman?"
A lofty, haughty look crossed Bibi Dong's exquisite face.
He thought he could use this petty little favor to trick her into posting more of those indecorous photos?
What a pipe dream.
The dignity of the Pope would never tolerate such a trampling.
Though she scorned it in her heart, curiosity still got the better of her.
Bibi Dong reached out a slender finger. Intent on exposing the other party's cheap trick, she gave the red-envelope icon a casual tap.
A dazzling golden light burst from the screen.
[Congratulations, "Pope," on opening the red envelope! Reward: Ten Thousand Year Spirit Ring Age! Increase the age of any one Spirit Ring by ten thousand years!]
A mechanical voice boomed in her mind.
Before Bibi Dong could react, an immense, incredibly pure energy appeared out of nowhere within her limbs and bones.
Without undergoing any refinement, the energy forcefully poured straight into the Spirit Ring of her First Martial Soul.
As the fierce energy flowed in,
the Spirit Ring, which had originally been yellow, instantly turned deep and dark, before transforming into a pitch-black ring.
Her Soul Power limit rose dramatically along with it.
A feeling of utter comfort coursed through her entire body.
Bibi Dong sprang to her feet, her chest rising and falling as her beautiful eyes fixed on the black Spirit Ring rising beneath her.
The truth lay bare before her.
The age of her Spirit Ring had actually increased by ten thousand years out of nowhere!
This power to directly rewrite the laws of heaven and earth was beyond anything a mortal could possess.
It was an earth-shattering feat that only the gods of legend could accomplish!
A storm of emotions battered her heart.
Bibi Dong was stunned by what she had just witnessed. Her earlier disdain and arrogance vanished without a trace.
The Pope's dignity and pride?
In the face of a genuine divine opportunity, they were worthless.
Bibi Dong acted at once, striding in her high heels to the full-length mirror in her study.
She adjusted the slit of her dark purple dress slightly, revealing without reservation her long, beautiful legs wrapped tightly in black stockings.
Her pale fingers tapped rapidly across the screen.
One after another, several alluring, high-resolution full-body photos were sent directly to the chat group.
After sending them, Bibi Dong even added a message.
[Pope]: "A ten-thousand-year increase in Spirit Ring age feels pretty good. Thank you, Group Owner, for the generous reward."
It was a blatant boast, and a direct slap in the face to those in the group who had mocked her just moments ago.
As expected,
the chat group fell into a brief silence after her message, then erupted into an even more frenzied flood of shocked messages.
[Gentle Fire Dragon]: "What? Ten thousand years of Spirit Ring age! That's absolutely impossible!"
[I Have No Mom]: "You're kidding, right? A lousy red envelope can really give you a ten-thousand-year increase to your Spirit Ring?"
The people who had just joined in mocking him were now all stunned by the bombshell.
Their shock was so intense, it practically spilled off the screen and hit everyone in the face.
Inside her bedroom,
Ning Rongrong had been lying on her bed, silently lurking in the group chat. Now she leaped straight up from the soft mattress.
The little girl wore a short green dress, her slender, pale legs bouncing in the air.
Her eyes shone brightly with an intense yearning for greater strength.
If she could get a ten-thousand-year increase to her Spirit Ring too, she could knock the socks off Grandpa Sword and Grandpa Bone when they returned!
"Wow! You can take pictures in here!"
Ning Rongrong's face flushed with excitement as she hurried to the vanity and quickly fixed her hair.
Then she struck a cute, charming pose in front of the screen.
She cupped her rosy cheeks in both hands, her limpid eyes brimming with youthful liveliness.
Click, click.
Ning Rongrong uploaded several of the cutest pictures she had taken.
[Seven Treasure Little Witch]: "Group Owner Brother, I want one of those red envelopes too!"
Deep within the imperial palace of the Heaven Dou Empire,
Qian Renxue stared at the message on the screen, so startled that she stood bolt upright.
She clenched her delicate fists.
She was the inheritor of a divine Angel Martial Soul. How could she sink so low as to post pictures of her legs in front of all these people for the sake of a mere reward?
It was a desecration of her sacred beliefs!
But, in the end, reason couldn't withstand the temptation.
It was a genuine ten-thousand-year increase to her Spirit Ring!
If she got her hands on it, her strength would undergo a complete transformation, and her undercover mission would go much more smoothly.
"Just this once."
Qian Renxue bit her bright red lip, silently making up her mind.
There would absolutely be no next time.
She sat back down on the expensive sofa and gathered the pure-white Persian cat into her arms.
Then she found a discreet, artful angle. The photo captured not only the cat, but also perfectly framed her own long, pale leg.
She tapped the photo to send it.