You Already Have the Path of the Secret Chamber

Spirit City.

The Pope's bedchamber.

Click-clack.

That was the sound of jade feet encased in high heels striking the floor.

A figure walked in.

She wore a brilliant golden gown from head to toe, perfectly fitted, the gorgeous formal attire shimmering with precious light. An intangible, noble, and sacred aura radiated from her, making one unable to help but feel an urge to prostrate themselves in worship.

However.

Even with the gown adorned with over a hundred red, blue, and gold gemstones, and the Nine-Curved Purple Gold Crown atop her head radiating myriad rays of light, none of these were her most beautiful feature.

The most beautiful was her near-perfect face, her fair skin, her curvaceous figure, the expanse of snow-white skin beneath her collarbone, and a pair of long, slender, and tender legs that were incredibly alluring.

She was the current Pope of Spirit Hall—Bibi Dong.

Although she was no longer young.

The traces of time, however, seemed not to have left a mark upon her. She remained stunningly beautiful, noble, elegant, and serene, as if time itself had bestowed a halo upon her, deeply stirring the heart of every man who admired her.

The spirit of the Jian'an era remains, and the legacy of the Wei-Wu style shall endure forever.

Inside the room.

Having finished a busy day, the Pope walked to the wardrobe and shed her magnificent disguise, her perfect figure exposed to the dim light... After changing into a light-colored nightgown, she leaned against the bed, resting her chin on her delicate hand, and fell into deep thought.

Although Bibi Dong was the Pope.

There were still the Consecration Hall and the Elder Hall within Spirit Hall.

Today, Bibi Dong had intended to secure a few spirit bones for the Golden Generation of Spirit Hall, but she had been met with opposition from a group of elders. The Elder Hall was the core of power in Spirit Hall, responsible for deciding major matters.

How precious were spirit bones?

Since Bibi Dong wanted to bestow them upon the Golden Generation, they naturally would not agree easily.

Before long.

Bibi Dong suddenly saw the light, and she muttered in a low voice, "In that case, I shall place those three spirit bones as rewards for the winning team of the Spirit Master Tournament in two years' time. It will serve as a test for Nana and the others... Hm??"

Suddenly.

Bibi Dong let out a soft cry, feeling as if she were sitting on something. She reached out with her jade hand to feel beneath her, and to her surprise, she pulled out an object. It was a notebook, and written on it was—Su Chen's Diary (Bibi Dong Copy).

"Who goes there?"

Bibi Dong rose instantly, a powerful wave of spirit power pressure radiating from her body. Her beautiful face turned cold, and her nightgown began to flutter in the air pressure, revealing glimpses of purple panties underneath.

The terrifying aura in the surroundings was enough to make even an ordinary Titled Douluo kneel.

"Damn it!"

After searching, not only did Bibi Dong find nothing, but there were not even any traces of someone having entered her bedchamber, which filled her with shock and anger.

Whose handiwork could this be?

After a moment of silence, Bibi Dong sat back on the bed and opened the diary. She began to search her memory carefully, but the name Su Chen... did not exist in her recollections.

[Damn, that's a plant.]

Just seeing the first sentence.

Bibi Dong's mind couldn't help but conjure an image—Blue Silver Grass?

She continued reading:

[Family, who understands? I've been in the Douluo Continent for eighteen years, and it's been three months since I awakened my past-life memories. I've finally unlocked a golden finger for writing a diary. I almost didn't make it, damn it.]

[Aside from having an incomparably handsome face, I am truly useless. My spirit is just a chicken with innate spirit power of level two and a half. I've practiced for over a decade and only reached level fifteen. If this golden finger hadn't arrived, I really wouldn't have been able to go on.]

[It's too hard.]

[However. Jokes aside, if it weren't for this face that is exactly as handsome as it was in my past life, I would have died on the outskirts of the Star Dou Forest three months ago right after awakening my memories. I wouldn't have been brought back to Spirit City by the infatuated Hu Liena, nor would I have become a guard at the Spirit Academy.]

[Yes! Strength is only temporary, but being handsome is for two lifetimes.]

[I don't know if this golden finger is any good yet, so I'll just write some nonsense in the diary for now—no, scratch that.]

[I must write this diary seriously!]

[Today is... how old am I exactly? Forget it, let's just count from the day I awakened my memories. Today is the ninety-fifth day since I transmigrated to the Douluo Continent. Although the Douluo Continent is the bottom tier of fantasy worlds, it is still extremely dangerous if you lack strength. Better safe than sorry.]

[According to the plot, that little brat should be heading to Shrek Academy soon. There are about thirteen years left until the founding of the Spirit Empire and the start of the continent-wide war. Although as a transmigrator, I know the past and future, no one can guarantee they won't be conscripted when the war begins.]

[Without strength, I must be cautious in everything I do, avoid contact with characters from the original work, and avoid getting entangled in karma... Pfft!]

[Speaking of this twisted world, I really have to complain, damn it! In this world, the Spirit Hall, which symbolizes the hope of the commoners and justice, was actually defeated by the evil imperialism and the nobility.]

[Since ancient times, those who win the hearts of the people win the world. How many commoners has the Spirit Hall helped awaken their spirits over the years? From my predecessor's memories, I discovered that my own spirit was awakened by the Spirit Hall. And that little brat who destroyed the Spirit Hall with his own hands—his spirit was also awakened by the Spirit Hall!]

[Is there any justice left?]

[Is there any law left?]

The Pope's bedchamber.

Bibi Dong's face turned as cold as frost as she read this, a monstrous storm raging within her heart, her emotions complex and turbulent.

A transmigrator?

Knowing the past and future of a thousand years?

Spirit Hall destroyed by a little brat?

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

Bibi Dong gritted her teeth; Spirit Hall possessed numerous Titled Douluo and a formidable power accumulated over many years, and that old fellow in the Consecration Hall was even more terrifyingly strong—how could it possibly be destroyed by a little brat?

Even if she herself wanted to destroy it, it would...

Bibi Dong's thoughts were in chaos as she continued to examine the diary.

[Forget it.]

[I am merely a tiny transmigrator, currently possessing nothing more than an innate rank two-and-a-half chicken spirit. From ancient times to the present, talent has emerged in every generation; temporary strife is nothing, and the one who survives until the end is the true winner.]

[From now on, I, Su Chen, must keep this motto in mind—whenever trouble arises, knit your brows and retreat behind the crowd. I will write it in my diary every day, constantly reminding myself that the path of caution is king.]

[Time is about up, so I'll stop writing today's entry here. I wonder what kind of reward I'll get; I hope it's something decent!]

[Goodnight, two worlds.]

In the bedchamber.

Bang!

Seeing this, Bibi Dong slammed the diary onto the floor with a fierce motion, her chest heaving with rage.

Damn it!

This Seat was already lying down and ready, and you're just done already?

Short!

Short and pathetic!

Couldn't you have written clearly how Spirit Hall was destroyed?

Was the one who destroyed Spirit Hall me, or was it that little brat... who exactly is this little brat?

Bibi Dong suppressed the fury in her heart as more question marks surfaced in her mind. At the same time, she grew deeply anxious; if someone truly could know a thousand years of history, wouldn't they also be able to calculate the deepest thoughts within her own heart?

Su Chen, is it?

Brought back to Spirit City by Nana three months ago?

Working as a gatekeeper at Spirit Academy?

Very well!

Since you are right under my nose, everything will be out of your control.

If everything you wrote is false, so be it.

But if all of this is true, you shall never see the light of day again.

Bibi Dong: You have been marked by the way of the secret chamber.

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