Spirit City.
Pope's Bedchamber.
Tap~ tap~
The sound of jade feet in high heels striking the floor.
A figure walked in.
She wore a dazzling golden gown from head to toe, perfectly tailored and glittering with brilliant light. An intangible aura of nobility and sanctity radiated from her, inspiring an urge to fall to one's knees and worship.
However.
Even the gown, adorned with more than a hundred red, blue, and golden gems, and the Nine-Curved Purple Gold Crown atop her head, shining with myriad rays of light, were not the most beautiful things about her.
Her nearly perfect face, fair skin, voluptuous figure, the generous expanse of snowy white beneath her collarbones, and a pair of long, slender, pale legs were far more alluring.
She was Bibi Dong, the current Pope of Spirit Hall.
Though she was no longer young,
the passage of time seemed to have left no mark on her. She remained astonishingly beautiful, noble, elegant, and serene. The years had even bestowed an extra halo upon her, stirring the hearts of every Wei Wu admirer.
The spirit of Jian'an still lives on today; the legacy of Wei Wu will endure forever.
Inside the room.
After a long, busy day, Master Bi went to the wardrobe and shed her splendid disguise, revealing her perfect figure in the dim light... After changing into a pale nightgown, she leaned against the bed, propping her fair chin in her hand as she fell into deep thought.
Though Bibi Dong was the Pope,
Spirit Hall also had the Worship Hall and the Elder Hall.
Today, Bibi Dong had tried to secure several Soul Bones for the Spirit Hall Golden Generation, but the elders had opposed her. The Elder Hall was the seat of Spirit Hall's power, responsible for deciding its most important affairs.
Just how precious were Soul Bones?
Naturally, the elders wouldn't readily agree to Bibi Dong granting them to the Golden Generation.
Before long,
Bibi Dong's expression cleared, and she murmured, "Then I'll make those three Soul Bones the reward for the championship team at the Soul Master Tournament in a little over two years. That can serve as a test for Nana and the others... Hmm?"
Suddenly,
Bibi Dong let out a soft cry. She felt something beneath her bottom. Reaching down with her jade-white hand, she pulled out an object. It was about this big, and on it were the words: Su Chen's Diary (Bibi Dong Edition).
"Who's there?"
Bibi Dong sprang to her feet. Powerful Soul Power pressure radiated from her, and her pretty face turned icy. The gusting force made her nightgown flutter, revealing glimpses of her purple panties.
The terrifying aura around her would have forced even an ordinary Titled Douluo to their knees.
"Damn it!"
After searching, Bibi Dong found nothing. There wasn't even a trace of anyone entering her bedchamber. That only made her angrier and more alarmed.
What kind of person could pull off something like this?
After a moment's silence, Bibi Dong sat back on the bed and opened the diary. She searched her memories carefully. Su Chen... She didn't recognize the name.
[Grass. It's a kind of plant.]
Just seeing the first line
made Bibi Dong think of Blue Silver Grass.
She continued reading:
[Can you believe it, everyone? I've been in Douluo Continent for eighteen years and had my memories of my past life awakened three months ago, and I've only just unlocked a Golden Finger that lets me write a diary. Damn, I almost didn't make it this far.]
[Other than having an incredibly handsome face, I'm completely useless. My Martial Soul is just a chicken with Innate Soul Power of two and a half. I trained for over a decade and only made it to level fifteen. If this Golden Finger hadn't shown up, I doubt I'd have lasted much longer.]
[This is brutal.]
[But jokes aside, if I didn't have the same handsome face as in my previous life, I'd have died on the outskirts of Star Dou Forest three months ago, right after my memories awakened. Hu Liena, smitten with my looks, wouldn't have brought me back to Spirit City, and I wouldn't have become a gatekeeper at Spirit Academy.]
[Yeah! Strength only matters for one lifetime. Handsomeness lasts two.]
[I still don't know if this Golden Finger is any good, so I'll just scribble down a diary for now—no, wait, cross that out.]
[I'm going to write a serious diary!]
[Today is... How old am I, exactly? Whatever, I'll start counting from when my memories awakened. Today is my ninety-fifth day since transmigrating to Douluo Continent. Douluo Continent may be the bottom of the fantasy barrel, but! Without strength, it's still extremely dangerous. Better safe than sorry.]
[According to the story, Little Scumbag should be heading to Shrek Academy soon. The Spirit Hall Empire will be founded and the whole continent will plunge into war in about thirteen years. Sure, as a transmigrator, I know what happened five hundred years before and what'll happen five hundred years from now, but once the war begins, no one can guarantee they won't be dragged off to serve.]
[Without strength, I need to be cautious—more cautious than ever. Avoid the characters from the original story, avoid getting entangled in cause and effect... Ptooey!]
[Speaking of this twisted world, I really have to complain: damn it! In this world, Spirit Hall, which represents hope for commoners and justice, was defeated by the imperialists and nobles who represent evil.]
[Since ancient times, those who win the people's hearts have won the world. Just how many commoners has Spirit Hall helped awaken their Martial Souls over the years? I found out from my predecessor's memories that Spirit Hall awakened my Martial Soul. And that Little Scumbag who single-handedly destroyed Spirit Hall? Spirit Hall awakened his Martial Soul too!]
[Is there any justice?]
[Is there any law?]
Pope's Bedchamber.
Bibi Dong's face turned cold as she read. A storm of emotions raged within her.
A transmigrator?
Someone who knew a thousand years of past and future?
Spirit Hall would be destroyed by Little Scumbag?
Impossible. Absolutely impossible.
Bibi Dong clenched her teeth. Spirit Hall had many Titled Douluo and had built up immense power over the years. That old monster in the Worship Hall was exceptionally formidable. How could Spirit Hall possibly be destroyed by some Little Scumbag?
Even if she wanted to destroy it herself, she...
Bibi Dong's thoughts were in disarray, but she continued reading.
[Forget it.]
[I'm just a nobody who transmigrated here. Right now, I've got a chicken Martial Soul with Innate Soul Power of two and a half. Talented people have always emerged in every age, and temporary disputes don't mean much. The real winner is whoever survives to the end.]
[From now on, I, Su Chen, will keep this saying in mind: When trouble comes, furrow your brow and retreat behind everyone else. I'll write it in my diary every day, reminding myself that the way of hiding and staying alive is king.]
[It's about time. I'll stop here for today. I wonder what kind of reward I'll get. I hope it's something good!]
[Good night, two worlds.]
In the bedchamber.
Bang!
Bibi Dong read this far and hurled the diary to the floor, her ample chest heaving with anger.
Damn it!
I was already lying down, and you're done already?
So short! So utterly powerless!
Couldn't you explain how Spirit Hall was destroyed?
Was the one who destroyed Spirit Hall me, or Little Scumbag... Who exactly is Little Scumbag?
Bibi Dong suppressed her anger as even more questions surfaced in her mind. At the same time, she grew deeply worried. If someone really knew a thousand years of past and future, wouldn't they be able to calculate the deepest thoughts in her heart?
Su Chen, was it?
Nana brought him back to Spirit City three months ago?
He works as a gatekeeper at Spirit Academy?
Very well!
Since you're right under my nose, you won't be getting away from me.
If everything you wrote is a lie, so be it.
But if it's all true, you'll never see daylight again.
Bibi Dong: You already have the Way of the Secret Chamber.
New book, new hopes—please support me.