Chapter 1: Welcome to the Douluo World Chat Group
Douluo Continent
Spirit Hall.
The Pope's Private Chamber.
The current Pope, Bibi Dong, slowly removed her resplendent golden gown and the nine-curved purple-gold crown upon her head. Draping a light-colored nightdress over her graceful figure, she sat before her dressing table, her long, beautiful purple hair cascading freely over her shoulders.
Her near-perfect features, fair and delicate skin, curvaceous figure, slender and fair, beautiful legs, and the large expanse of snow-white skin, partially concealed by her flowing purple hair, all showcased her unparalleled charm.
Even after removing her elaborate attire and putting on a simple nightgown, her demeanor remained noble and sacred, inspiring a sense of reverence.
In the mirror, her reflection revealed those soft purple curls and eyes tinged with a trace of melancholy.
From the orange-red hair of her youth to the purple hair full of a mature lady's charm today, this was the arduous journey of Bibi Dong from an innocent and lively girl to a ruthless and powerful Pope of the Spirit Hall.
Even if she was no longer young, her beauty had only deepened with time—graceful, elegant, and serene. The passage of years had bestowed upon her a mature allure that no maiden could ever possess— the charm unique to a woman in her prime.
She was breathtaking.
Within the room, Bibi Dong gently ran a wooden comb through her purple hair, her mind busy formulating Spirit Hall's next move.
To nurture the Golden Generation—the future pride of Spirit Hall—so that in two years, during the next Continental Soul Master Tournament, they would seize the championship and assert their dominance. Then, she would move to eliminate the Upper Three Sects, subdue the Lower Four Sects, and finally crush the two empires to unify the entire Douluo Continent beneath her will.
Step by step, she would climb to the very peak— to become the most powerful, most revered individual in the Douluo Continent.
She would annihilate all who dared oppose her, destroy all who had ever looked down upon her.
When that day came—
[Welcome to the Douluo World Chat Group.]
The sudden voice that echoed in her mind struck like a bolt of lightning on a clear day. Bibi Dong's eyes widened, her beautiful face twisting in shock and fury.
"Who's there!?"
She leapt to her feet, her overwhelming aura surging out in all directions. Terrifying pressure filled the chamber, shattering the windows and sending curtains fluttering wildly. Even her nightdress was caught in the blast, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of soft fabric beneath.
"Damn it!"
Her sharp gaze swept across the room, but she found nothing unusual. For a moment, unease flickered across her heart.
With her strength, for a voice to appear directly in her mind without leaving a trace… such a method was far too bizarre.
As she pondered the strange voice, something suddenly materialized in her hand—a small jade mirror.
"This is…?"
Bibi Dong examined it carefully. The delicate rectangular jade mirror glowed faintly, and words began to appear on its surface.
[Douluo World Chat Group (10)]
[Su Yan: What the hell!? What kind of Goldfinger is this? A damn chat group awakening as my cheat!?]
['Su Yan' has withdrawn a message.]
"???"
Bibi Dong frowned deeply, her eyes filled with confusion and suspicion.
Su Yan?
Chat group?
Goldfinger?
What nonsense was this?
After a moment of thought, she roughly deduced that it was some sort of tool—a soul tool for communication, perhaps.
However, that "Su Yan" who had spoken earlier—what an insolent tone!
To dare speak such vulgarities before her, the Pope of Spirit Hall?
Did he truly think himself worthy to converse with her?
[Su Yan: Hello, everyone in the group! It seems fate has brought us together in this chat group. What a rare and wonderful bond we share.]
[Su Yan: I believe this connection is arranged by the heavens themselves. From now on, we shall be close companions—our hearts intertwined, our souls finding comfort in this harbor during every lonely night.]
[Su Yan: Everyone, come out and say hello, let's get to know each other!]
Bibi Dong stared at the jade mirror in her hand, brows tightening into a displeased frown.
A strange chat group?
A bizarre jade mirror?
And that foul-mouthed Su Yan?
"Hmph!"
Bibi Dong sneered disdainfully, "Do you really think you are worthy of being friends with me?"
"Become intimate companions?"
"A harbor for the soul?"
At a thought from her, the jade mirror shifted and a prompt lit up:
[Please enter your group nickname.]
[Bibi Dong.]
She understood what a "group nickname" meant, of course. But Bibi Dong was the Pope of Spirit Hall—the inheritor of the Rakshasa God, a powerhouse who had no time nor patience for such trivialities. Giving herself a nickname felt beneath her.
Little did she know, this single decision would haunt her for a long time to come.
[Bibi Dong: You gifted me this strange soul tool—that pleases me—but I dislike your attitude very much.]
[Bibi Dong: What strength do you possess that allows you to become friends with me?]
At that moment, the other eight members of the group—each equally bewildered by the sudden appearance of the jade mirror—were wondering what exactly Su Yan intended.
Then they saw Bibi Dong's messages. Every one of them was stunned to the core.
The Pope of Spirit Hall, Bibi Dong?
Good heavens—was this for real?
Heaven Dou City.
The Crown Prince's Manor.
It was already deep into the night. Having discarded the disguise of "Xue Qinghe," Qian Renxue had restored her angelic face and devilish figure.
Compared with her mother, Bibi Dong, Qian Renxue's features were even more delicate—her oval face smoother, lines softer, her temperament less gloomy and more purely sacred, exuding a different kind of magnetism.
She sat at the bedside in a white nightdress, her golden hair loosely spread behind her. After receiving the jade mirror, she had been about to set a nickname and originally intended to use her own name.
But when she saw Bibi Dong's name appear in the group, she slammed on the brakes and changed course.
[Qian…]
[I'm an Orphan.]
Seeing that her casually chosen nickname was accepted, Qian Renxue breathed a quiet sigh of relief—this would be far more amusing.
[I'm an Orphan: Heh! Bibi Dong, the Pope of Spirit Hall? You sure are imposing.]
[I'm an Orphan: From what I know, there's also the Douluo Hall—the Grand Worship Qian Daoliu is the real power in Spirit Hall, isn't he?]
[I'm an Orphan: Are you one of the Qian family, Bibi Dong?]
As Qian Renxue's messages appeared, the other seven members—previously intimidated by the appearance of Bibi Dong's name—suddenly brightened up.
No real names?
Nicknames are allowed?
Then there's nothing to hold back.
[Carrot Lover: Bibi Dong, you're a wicked woman. You're the worst woman in the world—I swear I'll kill you!]
[Seven Treasures Little Princess: Bibi Dong, are you for real?]
[Cat in the Shadows: Who are you people? Why was I dragged into this group?]
[My Surname is Not Yu: Bibi Dong? That old hideous woman from Spirit Hall?]
[Yan Zi is Not Swallow: Yo Yo Yo! The Pope of Spirit Hall really is domineering—Bibi Dong, with all that power, why don't you just soar into the sky?]
Bibi Dong: I'll seal you all in the secret chamber.
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End of Chapter