Chapter 151: Golden Liquid Angel: Why Did He Transmigrate?
Inside the chat group.
The name [Dad Douluo] popped up, followed by a line of bold text.
[Dad Douluo]: @All Members, come out, stop lurking, and welcome Yanzi and Little Angel.
The message was accompanied by exaggerated fireworks effects.
The group fell silent for three seconds.
Then two messages popped up one after another.
[A Rogue Rabbit]: ...
[Tyrant Dragon Mom]: ...
The other names in the group hung there quietly; no one responded.
In front of the light screens, faces stared at the display with strange expressions.
Who is this?
Yanzi? Little Angel?
No one had ever heard of these two.
But no one dared to speak.
…
Heaven Dou Academy girls' dormitory.
Dugu Yan leaned back against the chair, the legs letting out a faint creak.
She stared at the floating pale blue light screen in front of her, her brows nearly twisting into a knot.
"What exactly is going on?"
"Dad Douluo?"
She read out the ID, the corner of her mouth twitching.
"What kind of terrible title is that? It sounds awful, and it feels like he's taking advantage of people!"
The key point was that this person called her Yanzi.
"Does he know me?"
Her mind quickly ran through all her acquaintances.
No. Absolutely no one with such a ridiculous name.
The light screen hovered there faintly, like a ghost she couldn't get rid of.
She reached out, her fingertips almost touching the glowing text, then suddenly pulled back.
Ask, or not ask?
Where did this thing even come from? Some Soul Master's soul skill or something?
Just as she hesitated, the light screen gave a soft "ding."
A new message popped up.
Dugu Yan glanced over, and her entire body froze instantly.
Her fingers tapping the table stopped midair, her pupils reflecting that line of text as they slowly shrank.
[The Pope Herself]: @Yanzi, @Golden Liquid Angel, first, listen carefully. Ah Qing… he transmigrated, crossed the world barrier, and descended upon the Douluo Continent.
…
Spirit City, Pope's Palace.
Bibi Dong withdrew her fingertip from the light screen; the message had already been sent.
Her golden-purple eyes narrowed slightly, devoid of warmth.
The eternal lamps in the palace cast slanted light across her profile, throwing heavy shadows over her magnificent papal robes.
That message was sent deliberately just now.
Direct, crude, without the slightest hint of subtlety.
That was exactly the effect she wanted.
Crossing worlds? Transmigration? Throwing out those words was enough to stun any rookie who had just joined the group.
Make their minds buzz, unsettle their hearts, make them not dare to ask too much, and even less dare to investigate recklessly.
Fear was the best gag.
Her gaze fell on the words "Ah Qing," and something deep in her eyes trembled faintly.
But it was quickly suppressed and flattened, leaving only cold stillness.
Among everyone, she feared information leaking the most, especially being discovered by Lin Qingmo.
She had not yet figured out how to face that situation, or rather, she did not dare to think about it.
Once that hand was withdrawn, everything she currently possessed would probably collapse like a sandcastle.
She could not afford to lose.
…
The group remained quiet for about five seconds.
Then the messages suddenly exploded.
[Little Witch]: Yes, yes! Ah Qing really transmigrated over! Sister Yanzi, Sister Angel, you weren't scared, right? I was startled at first, too!
[Tyrant Dragon Mom]: Cough cough, you'll get used to it. Anyway… welcome back.
[A Rogue Rabbit]: Welcome back!
[Big-Chested Kitty]: Welcome.
[Green Grass Mom]: Um, yes, that's how it is.
One after another, messages flooded in rapidly.
The tone was warm, as if they had known each other for hundreds of years.
But the deliberate harmony between the lines was almost overflowing from the screen.
Everyone tacitly followed Bibi Dong's rhythm.
Surprised?
Unexpected?
"..."
In the dorm, Dugu Yan's mouth hung open for a long time without closing.
The string in her mind snapped with a "snap."
"Transmigration? Other worlds? Douluo Continent?"
She understood every word individually, but when put together, they sounded like a heavenly book.
A wave of absurdity crashed over her like a tsunami, making her ears buzz.
She even raised her hand and pinched her arm hard.
Pain!
Not a dream!
The light screen was still glowing, those unfamiliar names still jumping.
She stared fixedly, her fingers unconsciously gripping the wooden armrest of the chair tightly.
"Calm down… I must calm down…"
She took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled.
The chaotic feeling in her chest gradually settled, and her mind began to work again.
"They seem to have mistaken me… treating me as someone else?"
This was the most reasonable explanation.
This group, this strange chat group, had mistaken her for another "Yanzi."
That Yanzi knew them, knew "Ah Qing," and might even come from the same… world?
And she herself, Dugu Yan, a student of Heaven Dou Royal Academy, had unfortunately been dragged into this.
"This is big trouble."
Her eyes darkened.
"In this situation, I absolutely cannot reveal myself."
Before figuring out what this thing is and its purpose, she must not reveal that she knows nothing.
…
Heaven Dou City, Crown Prince's underground secret chamber.
There were no windows here, only crystals embedded in the walls emitting a steady cold glow.
Qian Renxue sat on a chair carved from crystal, a faint golden aura flowing around her like a hazy veil.
In front of her floated the same dim blue light screen.
Before this, she had tried every method.
Soul Power impact, an overwhelming force smashing against it, yet the light screen did not move at all.
Her spiritual power spread like a fine net, but it was like touching a perfectly smooth mirror—nothing could be probed.
This thing surpassed all her understanding.
At this moment, she watched the rolling messages in the group, the absurdity growing stronger.
Her brows were tightly furrowed, a layer of frost forming on her beautiful face.
She remained silent for a long time.
Her fingertips lightly tapped the armrest of the crystal chair, producing crisp "knock, knock" sounds, each echoing in absolute silence.
Finally, she raised her hand and spoke for the first time.
[Golden Liquid Angel]: Why did Ah Qing transmigrate?
Dugu Yan's eyes moved when she saw this message.
Good question!
She wanted to know too!
Without even half a second of hesitation, her fingers moved quickly as she typed.
[Yanzi]: Same question.
The message was sent.
She held her breath and stared at the light screen, waiting for the others' reactions.
…
Inside the Pope's Palace.
Bibi Dong saw the two messages that popped up almost back-to-back, and the tension in her shoulders loosened ever so slightly.
The fingers resting on the armrest gently relaxed.
A cold and sharp glint flashed through her golden-purple eyes, and the corners of her lips curved into an extremely faint, almost invisible arc.
"Hmph, not bad."
At least for now, these two newcomers had been suppressed by the words "crossing worlds."
They did not dare to ask recklessly or to investigate deeply and could only cautiously follow the rhythm.
That was enough.
What she needed was this buffer period.
During this time, she would probe the backgrounds of these two, "Yanzi" and "Angel," determine how much they knew, and what impact they might have on her relationship with Ah Qing.
The dim glow of the light screen reflected the darkness deep in her eyes.
The game had only just begun.
And she had always been the best chess player.
…
In the group, because of the two newcomers' questions, the topic naturally shifted to "the reason for Ah Qing's transmigration."
[Little Witch]: Ah, about that… It's a long story, um… I'm not very clear either.
[Tyrant Dragon Mom]: Mm, I remember Ah Qing said it was an accident.
[A Rogue Rabbit]: Anyway, Ah Qing just transmigrated!
The answers remained vague and ambiguous, avoiding the important and focusing on trivial details.
On Qian Renxue's side, a longer silence followed.
The light in the chamber illuminated her expressionless face.
She was assessing the authenticity of this information and the true purpose of this group's existence.
End of Chapter