Сhaptеr 1: Welcоme tо thе Dоuluo World Сhаt Group
Douluо Cоntinеnt I.
Spirit Сity.
Thе Роpе's Bedсhаmbers.
Thе current Popе, Вibi Dоng, removеd hеr magnificеnt аnd nоblе gоldеn gown, аlong with thе Nine-Вend Viоlеt Gold Сrоwn on hеr head. Draping a light-cоlоrеd nightdrеss оvеr hеr shоuldеrs, she sat bеforе her vanitу, hеr bеаutiful, lоng purplе hаir cаscаding down.
Нer near-perfect faсе, fair аnd deliсatе skin, curvaсeous figure, slender and shapely pale legs, and the vast expanse of snowy skin, partially hidden and tantalizingly revealed by her loose rose pink hair, all showcased her unparalleled charm.
Even after shedding her ornate attire for a simple nightgown, her aura remained just as noble and sacred, inspiring an involuntary sense of reverence.
In the mirror, Bibi Dong had gentle, wavy rose pink hair, but her eyes held a trace of gloom.
The change from the orange-red hair of her youth to the dignified rose pink of a noblewoman today was a testament to her arduous journey—from a naive and lively girl to the ruthless, powerful Pope of Spirit Hall.
Of course.
Even though she was no longer young, she was still beautiful, noble, elegant, and serene. The passage of time had only added a layer of allure that a young girl could never possess.
A charm unique to a mature woman.
Breathtakingly beautiful.
However.
What is the proof of a man's maturity?
It is this:
From questioning the Prime Minister to learning from the Prime Minister.
In the room.
As Bibi Dong combed her long rose pink hair with a wooden comb, she contemplated Spirit Hall's next plan.
Nurture Spirit Hall's Golden Generation, have them win the Soul Master Tournament in just over two years to establish their might, then purge the Upper Three Sects, subjugate the Lower Four Sects, and crush the two great empires to unify the Douluo Continent.
She, Bibi Dong, would climb step by step to the very top, becoming the most powerful and influential person on this continent. Then, she would eliminate all who opposed her, all who looked down on her, and at that time…
[Welcome to the Douluo World Chat Group.]
Just as Bibi Dong was lost in her grand fantasies, her plans progressing beautifully in her mind, a voice boomed in her head like a thunderclap on a clear day. Her eyes shot open, and her face instantly filled with shock and rage.
"Who's there?"
Bibi Dong rose to her feet in fury. A powerful aura erupted from her, releasing a terrifying pressure. A wave of spirit power swept through the entire room, flinging the curtains open and shattering the glass.
Even her own nightdress was lifted by the blast, revealing a glimpse of alluringly colored panties.
"Damn it!"
Bibi Dong's furious gaze swept the room, but she found nothing out of the ordinary. A sense of surprise and panic crept into her heart.
Given her spirit power level, for this voice to appear in her mind without a trace was an exceedingly bizarre technique.
Just as Bibi Dong was pondering the voice she had just heard, a small jade mirror materialized in her hand.
"This is?"
Bibi Dong picked it up to examine it. The exquisite, rectangular jade mirror lit up, displaying its contents:
[Douluo World Chat Group (10)]
[Leon: What the hell! What the fuck is this? How did I awaken a Chat Group Cheat System…]
["Leon" has retracted a message.]
Bibi Dong: ???
This bizarre scene caused Bibi Dong's brows to furrow tightly, her light purple eyes filled with confusion and bewilderment.
Leon?
Chat group?
Cheat System?
What were all these things?
After a moment of thought, Bibi Dong roughly understood what it was. It was likely a type of spirit tool, a device for chatting with people.
However.
That Leon who just spoke was an utterly despicable person, spewing profanities the moment he opened his mouth. And he expected her, the Pope, to chat with him?
Was he worthy?
[Leon: Hello, everyone in the group! It is a rare fate that has brought us all together in this group.]
[Leon: I believe this fate was arranged by the heavens. We will all become the closest of friends. In every lonely night, this place will be a sanctuary for our souls.]
[Leon: Everyone, come out and say hi! Let's get to know each other!]
Bibi Dong looked at the jade mirror in her hand, her brow creased in displeasure.
A bizarre chat group?
A strange jade mirror?
A foul-mouthed Leon?
"Hah!"
Bibi Dong sneered in disdain. "You think you're worthy of being my friend?"
"The closest of friends?"
"A sanctuary for our souls?"
With a thought, the jade mirror changed, and a prompt lit up on its surface:
[Please enter your group nickname.]
[Bibi Dong.]
Bibi Dong could understand the meaning of "group nickname," but she was the Pope of Spirit Hall, the inheritor of the Rakshasa God, and possessed immense power. She couldn't be bothered, nor did she deign, to come up with some nickname.
Little did she know.
For a long time to come, Bibi Dong would regret this decision.
[Bibi Dong: I am pleased that you could present such a strange spirit tool to me, but I am very displeased with your attitude.]
[Bibi Dong: What power do you think you possess that makes you worthy of being my friend?]
At this moment, the other eight group members were just as bewildered as Bibi Dong had been, confused by the sudden appearance of the chat group jade mirror and wondering what this Leon was up to.
Then.
They saw Bibi Dong's message, and every single one of them was utterly shocked!
The Pope of Spirit Hall, Bibi Dong?
Heavens.
For real?
Heaven Dou City.
The Crown Prince's Residence.
It was now late at night. Qian Renxue had shed her "Xue Qinghe" disguise, reverting to her angelic beauty and devilish figure.
Compared to her mother, Bibi Dong, Qian Renxue's features were more delicate and refined, the lines of her oval face smoother. Her aura had less of the gloom and more of a pure, holy charisma.
Currently, Qian Renxue was sitting on the edge of her bed in a white nightdress, her long golden hair casually draped behind her.
After receiving the jade mirror, she had been about to set her nickname and was originally going to just enter her own name.
But when she suddenly saw the name "Bibi Dong" appear in the group, she slammed on the brakes and changed her name.
[Qian…]
[I'm an Orphan.]
Seeing that her "casually" chosen name was usable, Qian Renxue let out a huge sigh of relief. This was going to be much more interesting.
[I'm an Orphan: Hah! The Pope of Spirit Hall, Bibi Dong? You certainly are impressive.]
[I'm an Orphan: As far as I know, Spirit Hall also has an Hall of Worship. The High Priest, Qian Daoliu, is the true master of Spirit Hall, isn't he?]
[I'm an Orphan: Are you, Bibi Dong, even considered part of the Qian family?]
As Qian Renxue's message appeared, the other seven group members, who had been intimidated by Bibi Dong's name, suddenly had their eyes light up.
You don't have to use your real name?
You can pick any nickname you want?
Well, in that case, we have nothing to worry about.
[Loves Eating Carrots: Bibi Dong, you're a bad woman! You're the worst woman in the world! I swear I will kill you!]
[Seven Treasure Little Princess: Bibi Dong, are you for real?]
[Shadow Cat: Who are all of you? Why was I brought into this group chat?]
[My Surname Isn't Yu: Bibi Dong? Is that the ugly old woman from Spirit Hall?]
[Yan Yan: My, my! The Pope of Spirit Hall is so domineering. If you're so amazing, Bibi Dong, why don't you just fly?]
Bibi Dong: I'm going to lock every single one of you in my secret chamber.