Chapter 1: Douluo Continent Fan Group—Is My Groupmate Bibi Dong?!
Inside a chat group named "Douluo Continent Fan Group."
[Dad Douluo]: Kids, let me say something badass—I transmigrated!!!
[The Pope Herself]: ???
Spirit City.
Pope's Palace.
The Pope of the Spirit Hall, Bibi Dong, sat upright upon her throne.
A black gown trailed across the floor.
A magnificent crown rested upon her head.
A pair of violet eyes gazed straight ahead.
After finishing her administrative duties,
She was just about to close her eyes and rest.
When suddenly—
A faint blue light screen appeared out of thin air before her eyes.
Lines of glaring text popped up one after another.
"Hmm?"
Her brows knitted slightly.
"!!!"
Majestic soul power burst forth instinctively.
An invisible shockwave swept across the entire Pope's Palace.
The suffocating pressure forced the guards outside the hall to drop to their knees.
In their hearts, they secretly wondered who had angered this temperamental Pope.
Moments later,
Bibi Dong reined in her aura.
"What is this?"
"Some kind of soul skill attack?"
She carefully examined the light screen before her.
She soon realized that this thing was not a physical attack, nor did it contain any fluctuations of spiritual power or soul power.
It was more like some strange, never-before-seen arcane technique.
She extended her jade-like hand, attempting to touch the screen.
But her fingers passed straight through it.
There was no resistance whatsoever.
"You—can you see the thing in front of me?"
Bibi Dong's gaze fell upon a trembling guard at the palace entrance.
The guard immediately broke out in a cold sweat.
He hurriedly kowtowed.
"R-Reporting to Your Holiness, this subordinate… this subordinate sees nothing at all!"
"..."
After a long silence,
Bibi Dong waved her sleeve.
"Everyone, leave."
"Yes!"
The guards felt as if they had been granted amnesty.
They bowed deeply and quickly withdrew.
Only Bibi Dong remained in the vast Pope's Palace.
She once again turned her gaze to the light screen.
A hint of inquiry flashed through her violet eyes.
"This thing appeared out of nowhere and can even display text… just what is its origin?"
She was determined to see what kind of trickery lay behind it.
…
Meanwhile,
Emperor Soul Village.
Beneath an old locust tree.
At the site of the Martial Soul Awakening Ceremony.
A six-year-old boy, Lin Qingmo, clenched his small fists tightly, his face filled with barely contained excitement.
[Dad Douluo]: I've transmigrated!
[Dad Douluo]: Coordinates—Douluo Continent!
[Dad Douluo]: Current status is excellent, aside from being stuck in a six-year-old body.
[Dad Douluo]: Haven't discovered a golden finger yet—heartache so intense I can't breathe.
The semi-transparent light screen floating in the void before him was the "Douluo Continent Fan Group" he had joined before transmigrating.
There weren't many members in the group,
But they were all old buddies who used to chat nonsense and joke around online.
At the moment, however, only one person was online—
a diehard Bibi Dong fan with the nickname "The Pope Herself."
Everyone usually called her "Royal Sister."
"Since I've transmigrated into the Douluo Continent, I've got to show off properly."
[Dad Douluo]: @The Pope Herself, Royal Sister, why are you the only one here? Where did A-Tu and the others go?
Only then did he realize—
The once lively fan group now had only The Pope Herself online.
Back in the day, this group used to be noisy every single day.
Lin Qingmo merely assumed that his transmigration had caused some sort of glitch in the chat group.
What he didn't know was—
The "The Pope Herself" on the other side of the screen was not the familiar Royal Sister he knew.
But the real Pope of the Douluo Continent—
Bibi Dong herself.
Inside the Pope's Palace.
Bibi Dong's violet eyes narrowed dangerously.
Dad Douluo?
"Such an ostentatious and arrogant title…"
Since when has such a titled figure appeared on the Douluo Continent?
Could it be some ancient monster from a reclusive sect?
But the way the other party spoke—
It sounded lighthearted and frivolous, no matter how she looked at it.
Not at all like the demeanor of a centuries-old monster.
After pondering for a moment, she tried sending a message.
[The Pope Herself]: What do you mean by 'transmigration'?
[Dad Douluo]: What? Royal Sister, you've read so many Douluo fanfics for nothing!
[Dad Douluo]: I said I transmigrated—literally crossed over into the real Douluo world!
"Crossing worlds?"
A storm surged in Bibi Dong's heart.
"Someone from another world?"
So there truly were beings from other worlds in this universe!
After a brief silence, just as Bibi Dong was about to ask more, another message popped up on the light screen.
[Dad Douluo]: Gotta go—right now I'm just a six-year-old kid, awakening my martial soul, lol!
[The Pope Herself]: ...
A six-year-old child?
And awakening a martial soul?
This was completely different from her previous speculation.
How could a six-year-old child speak in such a jumpy, casual manner?
And even claim to be from another world.
The doubts in Bibi Dong's heart only deepened further.
At the same time, she developed a strong interest in this mysterious chat group—and in this so-called "Dad Douluo."
Over in Emperor Soul Village.
The Martial Soul Awakening Ceremony was already nearing its end.
"Next—Lin Qingmo!"
Hearing his name called,
Lin Qingmo quickly walked to the center of the grounds.
The soul master responsible for awakening martial souls was a relatively young-looking man.
Lin Qingmo thought to himself, 'He looks kind of familiar.'
"Come here, little one."
Lin Qingmo moved closer.
He carefully examined the man.
Suddenly, his eyes lit up.
He asked tentatively, "Uncle, how should I address you?"
The awakening soul master glanced at him strangely.
Casually, he replied, "Kid, my name is Su Yuntao. You can call me Brother Tao."
"Brother Tao?!"
Lin Qingmo's pupils practically exploded on the spot.
Isn't this the legendary Blind Douluo?!
He forcefully suppressed the wild joy surging in his heart and immediately sent a message to the chat group.
[Dad Douluo]: Insane luck spike! The one awakening my martial soul is Brother Tao—the Blind Douluo!
[Dad Douluo]: @The Pope Herself, my dear big sister, hurry up and bless me—I'm about to take off!
Inside the Pope's Palace.
The corner of Bibi Dong's mouth twitched uncontrollably.
Blind Douluo?
What kind of bizarre Titled Douluo was that supposed to be?
In all her years of life, she had never heard of such a self-degrading title.
And moreover—
This Dad Douluo actually dared to call her "big sister"?!
"Such a frivolous attitude…"
This was the first time anyone had ever dared to treat her this way.
However, Bibi Dong also caught an important detail from the message.
"It seems this Dad Douluo really is a six-year-old child."
And he was about to awaken his martial soul.
"A six-year-old child from another world… what kind of martial soul will he awaken?"
Bibi Dong patiently refrained from replying,
choosing instead to wait and see what happened next.
…
At the awakening ceremony site in Emperor Soul Village.
Su Yuntao had already begun awakening Lin Qingmo's martial soul.
"Stretch out your hand. Relax."
Holding a crystal ball in his hand,
Su Yuntao murmured an incantation.
Strands of golden light patterns surged from his hands and poured into Lin Qingmo's body.
Lin Qingmo felt a warm current flowing through him.
Every limb and bone became comfortably warm.
Moments later, his palm began to itch slightly.
He opened his hand.
A pale-blue blade of grass slowly materialized.
The leaves were slender, and they looked fragile.
"Blue Silver Grass martial soul."
Su Yuntao said flatly as he looked at the little grass.
He then picked up the crystal ball and moved it closer to Lin Qingmo.
"Come, test your innate soul power."
Lin Qingmo placed his hand on the crystal ball.
The crystal ball instantly lit up with a faint blue glow.
The light rose only to the fourth mark before stopping.
"Innate soul power—Rank Four."
Su Yuntao withdrew the crystal ball.
His tone remained calm.
There was neither surprise nor disappointment.
Blue Silver Grass was a trash martial soul.
Among children in small villages like this,
Such a martial soul was extremely common.
However—
Lin Qingmo showed not the slightest hint of disappointment.
Instead, he stared intently at Su Yuntao
and asked eagerly, "Master Su Yuntao, didn't you forget to say something?"
Su Yuntao froze.
"What did I forget?"
Hadn't he already told him his martial soul and innate soul power?
"I mean that line—'trash martial soul'!"
"And you're supposed to say it in a really disappointed tone!"
Lin Qingmo reminded him.
His face was full of urgency.
Su Yuntao: "..."
Lin Qingmo's expectant gaze made Su Yuntao mutter inwardly,
'This kid… don't tell me he has some kind of masochistic tendency?'
He was actually looking forward to someone calling his martial soul trash.
"Cough…"
Su Yuntao cleared his throat.
Seeing Lin Qingmo's eager expression, he decided to humor him.
He deliberately put on a disappointed look
and said in a heavy tone,
"That's right. Blue Silver Grass… is indeed a trash martial soul."
"Ahhh, that hit the spot!"
Hearing the words "trash martial soul,"
Lin Qingmo finally revealed a satisfied smile.
The moment Brother Tao opens his mouth, you know what's up!
This is completely locked in!
Lin Qingmo skipped away from the awakening grounds, humming a little tune as he went.
Watching his retreating figure, Su Yuntao couldn't help but shake his head repeatedly.
"What a pitiful child…"
"Awakened a trash martial soul, and he's still so happy—he probably couldn't accept reality and went crazy."
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End of Chapter