Bullying Ma Hongjun Together, and Young Bibi Dong Gets Jealous

"Father, why are you hitting me?"

Qian Xunji looked utterly bewildered.

He was the mighty pope of Spirit Hall.

A man above countless others.

He spent his days buried in affairs of state, and now he was reading in his own study.

Then, out of nowhere, his old father had given him a vicious beating.

He was so baffled he could hardly make sense of his own confusion.

"You good-for-nothing, you dare ask? Look how hard your daughter works! Do you know what time it is? She's still practicing swordsmanship!"

"And what about you?"

"You neglect your studies and spend all day reading about romance...

As her father, you should set an example!"

Qian Daoliu was bitterly disappointed in Qian Xunji.

He had hoped his son would become a dragon among men, but Qian Xunji had been unruly since childhood and never cared much for cultivation.

Instead, he studied the art of seducing women.

And came up with some scheme to raise a girl into a god.

It was enough to drive Qian Daoliu mad.

"Father... you came to find me in the middle of the night with a ruler just for this?"

Qian Xunji clutched his backside, miserable and helpless.

What had gotten into his father? Xue'er was talented and hardworking. That was a good thing.

So why was he the one getting beaten?

He really couldn't understand the old man.

He hadn't particularly wanted to be pope in the first place.

His father had suddenly made him pope.

Now he had forcibly claimed Bibi Dong and set up a plan to create a god.

What was the old man going mad about now?

Qian Daoliu turned and left.

Qian Xunji stood before the mirror, his hair disheveled and books scattered across the floor.

A life full of feathers flying everywhere was bound to look a little ruffled.

Let everything happen.

Because it would happen whether you allowed it or not.

If you allowed it, at least you would look generous.

He stood before the mirror and comforted himself.

The next day,

at the first glimmer of dawn,

Li Qiu got up and saw Ning Rongrong, Zhu Zhuqing, Tang San, and Xiao Wu standing outside.

"Come on, let's go eat at the cafeteria."

Ning Rongrong was starving.

"Yes! Let's eat!" Xiao Wu said excitedly.

"Huh? Why's that fat creep up ahead tugging at a girl in plain clothes? He's such a lech. Yesterday, he kept staring at Zhu Zhuqing's chest, my pretty face, and Xiao Wu's legs."

Ning Rongrong went on as they walked:

"He must have seen that she's pretty and started lusting after her."

"Huh, the fatty actually dragged Cuihua near the dormitory?"

Li Qiu went out in surprise and saw that the fatty really was tussling with Cuihua. Had his presence caused a slight change in Douluo World?

Of course, a change like that was harmless.

"Li Qiu, you're here too! I'll support you while you beat Ma Hongjun up. How about it?

If anything happens, I, Miss Seven Treasure, will cover for you!"

Ning Rongrong couldn't stand the way Ma Hongjun behaved.

Seven-colored light swirled around her hand, and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda appeared. "Seven treasures shine in glazed tile. First: Strength. Second: Speed."

Two beams of colored light flew from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda and landed on Li Qiu.

"Sure!"

Li Qiu charged forward,

then slammed his fist into the fatty's face, which had only just stopped swelling.

He was going to give that fat creep a beating.

"Pfft..."

The fatty's face twisted as he spat out two teeth and went flying.

"What the hell... fuck you! Who dares hit Fat—"

Dizzy and disoriented, the fatty climbed to his feet with a bruised, swollen face.

Someone had dared hit him right in front of his girlfriend.

Did they think he had no pride?

That was what he couldn't stand most.

A man had to act fierce in front of his girlfriend—

fierce enough

to make her fall in love with him.

"Phoenix Fire Line!"

"Phoenix Fire Line!"

Yet,

Li Qiu used the very same Soul Skill.

Except Li Qiu's was his Second Soul Skill, copied from Ma Hongjun,

and it came from a two-thousand-year Soul Ring.

Its power was several times greater than Ma Hongjun's.

"Boom..." Halfway through breathing fire, Ma Hongjun saw it was Li Qiu. Startled, he immediately dodged to the side.

After all, he knew how strong Li Qiu was now. He was no match for him.

And Li Qiu's Second Soul Ring was two thousand years old, yet he could unleash the same attack as Ma Hongjun's Soul Skill.

Could his Second Soul Skill be Copy?

If so, that was downright bizarre.

"Boom..." Though Ma Hongjun stopped using Phoenix Fire Line, Li Qiu's far more powerful Phoenix Fire Line still blasted him away.

"Hiss..." He flew several meters backward, hit the ground, and lay there charred black from head to toe.

He looked like an African.

Li Qiu hadn't used his full strength.

He had no intention of killing Ma Hongjun.

He only wanted to torment him and slap him in the face.

"Aaah..." Ma Hongjun rolled on the ground in pain, then suddenly pulled out a sausage and ate it.

Only then did the pain ease a little.

Now he knew how formidable Li Qiu was.

He had bullied Li Qiu so much before

that Li Qiu would surely pay him back for every bit of it.

That was why he had prepared plenty of Recovery Sausages.

"Fatty, are you all right?"

Seeing someone beat up the fatty, Cuihua looked worried and shouted at Li Qiu, "Why did you hit him?"

"I'm fine!" Ma Hongjun quickly grabbed Cuihua. "Don't shout..."

He grinned, showing a mouthful of yellow teeth. Against his soot-blackened skin, even those teeth looked almost white.

He walked up to Li Qiu, nodding and bowing.

"Brother Qiu... please be generous. Before, I failed to recognize a great man when I saw one!

I had you all wrong..."

Seeing the fatty's attitude felt wonderful to Li Qiu.

He thought of how the fatty had bullied the previous Li Qiu,

then looked at the scene before him.

It was immensely satisfying.

At Shrek, strength and talent meant everything.

"Awesome..."

Ning Rongrong ran over to Li Qiu.

"Your Second Soul Skill is Copy?

Why copy such a weak Soul Skill?

If it were me, I'd definitely copy a Titled Douluo's!

You're so stupid. What a waste of a great Soul Skill!"

"Mm. A waste."

Zhu Zhuqing walked over, her full chest held high, and said coolly,

"If it were me, I'd copy the strongest Soul Skill that suited me!"

"That was amazing!"

Xiao Wu bounced over, taking another bite of her carrot as she went.

"Want to spar sometime? My third brother is really strong, especially in a real fight! He's handsome and powerful."

"We can spar tonight. I like fighting outdoors!"

Li Qiu shook his head.

"If I ignore what you actually said, I completely agree.

If he weren't ugly, he'd be quite handsome."

"Uh... was that something a human could say? Why can't I understand you? Are you from another world?"

Ning Rongrong looked utterly baffled.

"What did you mean by that last sentence?"

Tang San frowned too. Why did it feel like Li Qiu was calling him ugly?

At the thought, he grew agitated, and his face darkened.

"It means exactly what it means. I know you're getting worked up, but don't get worked up just yet."

Li Qiu pursed his lips.

Ma Hongjun promptly took out the last Gold Soul Coins he had and said with a pained look,

"These are my last two Gold Soul Coins!"

"Ah, how materialistic... I don't want them..."

Li Qiu held his pocket out in front of Ma Hongjun's coins, even as he called Ma Hongjun materialistic and said he didn't want them.

Ma Hongjun stuffed the Gold Soul Coins into Li Qiu's pocket.

Then he scurried off with Cuihua.

[A Leaf Knows Autumn: New photos of the academy's three beauties, plus a photo of its ugliest fatty.]

Li Qiu had taken pictures of Xiao Wu, Ning Rongrong, and Zhu Zhuqing staring at him.

He had also photographed the fatty looking like an African, his yellow teeth on display.

[Spirit Hall Saintess: Where are my pills for today? That fatty is both lecherous and ugly.]

Young Bibi Dong felt sick at the sight of the fatty,

but seeing how pretty the three girls were

left a sour feeling in her heart, almost as though she were jealous.

What was going on?

Those three girls were looking at A Leaf Knows Autumn with curiosity and interest.

They were standing so close to him, too. He could probably see right down their necklines.

They had no shame!

Especially that busty girl in the black leather skirt.

That figure was just...

Even two hands couldn't hold it all...