Chapter 2: The Moment Brother Tao Opens His Mouth, You Know This Round Is Locked In!
Lin Qingmo ran all the way back home.
He couldn't wait to share his "battle results" in the chat group.
[Dad Douluo]: I'm taking off! This time, I'm really taking off!
Inside the Pope's Palace, seeing the message, Bibi Dong's heart stirred slightly.
[The Pope Herself]: What martial soul did you awaken to be this happy?
"Could it be that he awakened a powerful martial soul?"
Bibi Dong couldn't help but grow curious.
[Dad Douluo]: Blue Silver Grass, innate soul power Rank Four—proper Chosen One starter build!
[The Pope Herself]: ...
Bibi Dong carefully reread the text on the light screen, confirming that she hadn't misread it.
Her expression gradually darkened.
Blue Silver Grass?
A trash martial soul!
Innate soul power Rank Four?
Trash among trash!
"And this qualifies as a 'Chosen One'?"
Bibi Dong felt her intelligence had been insulted.
"How ridiculous. I actually had expectations for him…"
[The Pope Herself]: What's there to be happy about with a trash martial soul?
[Dad Douluo]: Tsk tsk, Royal Sister, you're still too young.
[Dad Douluo]: Did you forget the Blind Douluo's certification?
[Dad Douluo]: This trash martial soul was personally certified by the Blind Douluo!
[Dad Douluo]: Back in the day, that little punk was also certified by the Blind Douluo as having a Blue Silver Grass martial soul as trash—and then he took off all the way to godhood, even becoming a God King!
[Dad Douluo]: Mine's a bit worse, sure, but it's still Blue Silver Grass!
[Dad Douluo]: Same configuration as that little punk—if this isn't a Chosen One, then what is?
Much of what he said made little sense to her, but vaguely, she could feel that this child from another world seemed to know a great deal about the Douluo Continent.
[Dad Douluo]: Royal Sister, just wait and see—before long, I'll be the most handsome guy on the Douluo Continent!
[Dad Douluo]: When I take down the Spirit Hall, why should Bibi Dong get to sit in the Pope's seat but not me?
[Dad Douluo]: When the time comes, I'll keep your idol at home and post about her on my WeChat Moments every day!
Inside the Pope's Palace,
The light screen was filled with blatant provocations toward her position as Pope.
Yet Bibi Dong was not angry at all.
Instead, a captivating curve appeared at the corner of her lips.
"Take my position as Pope? Even keep me like a pet?"
This little fellow from another world was truly arrogant.
However—
She was becoming more and more curious about what kind of interesting things this self-proclaimed Chosen One, wielding a trash martial soul, would do next.
[The Pope Herself]: Very well. I'll wait and see how you… take off.
Lin Qingmo was instantly overjoyed when he saw Bibi Dong's reply.
"Just wait for the good news of my counterattack!"
He put away the chat group light screen,
Then released his Blue Silver Grass martial soul.
A huge question mark popped up over Lin Qingmo's head.
"By the way… how exactly am I supposed to cultivate Blue Silver Grass?"
"Where's my golden finger? Save me already!"
...
Time flew by.
Half a year passed just like that.
Steam filled the depths of the Pope's Palace, shrouding the Pope's private chambers.
Inside the exquisitely carved, gilded bath pool, warm spring water rippled with shimmering light.
Bibi Dong's slender, voluptuous figure was rendered hazy and alluring.
Her jet-black hair cascaded down like a waterfall.
Strands soaked with water clung to her snow-white skin, outlining graceful, enticing curves.
Her indistinct silhouette appeared and disappeared within the mist, radiating an aloof, noble elegance that warned others to keep their distance.
Jade-like fingers gently stirred the water's surface, sending rings of ripples outward.
Yet her cool, beautiful eyes were fixed on the chat group light screen floating in the air.
Over the past half year, through repeated exchanges and probing with "Dad Douluo,"
Bibi Dong had finally figured out the origin of this so-called "chat group."
In the other party's world, a chat group was merely a platform that allowed people to communicate across distances.
As for her nickname, "The Pope Herself,"
It actually belonged to one of his friends whom she had never met.
Colloquially known as an "online friend."
He had mistaken her for that online friend.
What intrigued her even more, however, was this man who called himself Dad Douluo.
He seemed to know the many hidden secrets of the Douluo Continent like the back of his hand.
He had even mentioned gods…
His speaking style was jumpy and arrogant, yet he would always, unintentionally, reveal bits of information that made her heart tremble.
She had once tried to probe his real name,
only to be shot down by a strange excuse—
"Don't open the box online, or you'll definitely regret it."
From the occasional hints he let slip,
She only learned that his former group members used to call him "A-Qing."
At this moment, she was enjoying a rare moment of leisure.
Bibi Dong naturally found herself wanting to know what that six-year-old little fellow was doing.
She opened the chat group and, with practiced ease, sent a message.
[The Pope Herself]: @Dad Douluo, A-Qing, what are you doing?
On the other end of the chat group,
along a winding dirt path, Lin Qingmo was carrying a small cloth bundle on his back, inching forward at a snail's pace.
His little face was scrunched up like a steamed bun.
The moment he saw Bibi Dong's message,
His fingers immediately started flying.
[Dad Douluo]: Royal Sister, you've been asking what I'm doing a lot lately—you're even stricter than my mom!
[The Pope Herself]: Hmm?
[Dad Douluo]: Ahem, ahem—just kidding!
[Dad Douluo]: Sigh… life is hard. I'm trudging step by step on my way to the soul master academy right now.
With his short six-year-old legs, every step was painfully slow.
Lin Qingmo stared at the winding road ahead, his expression full of despair.
"Damn it… Why isn't there even a carriage?!"
After awakening his martial soul,
His family had enrolled him in the nearest Junior Soul Master Academy.
Today was the day he was supposed to report in.
[Dad Douluo]: Royal Sister, you have no idea how miserable I am. I had to go to school before—and now that I've transmigrated, I still have to go to school.
[Dad Douluo]: I really don't want to go!
Inside the bathing hall of the Pope's Palace, the string of complaining messages formed an involuntary image in Bibi Dong's mind—
a six-year-old child puffing out his cheeks, brows furrowed, kicking pebbles as he muttered under his breath.
The image was far too vivid.
Without realizing it, the corner of her cold lips curved ever so slightly.
Like ice and snow melting for the first time, the smile was breathtaking.
But it vanished in an instant.
[The Pope Herself]: If you don't diligently study the basics, how will you achieve the "takeoff" you keep talking about?
Bibi Dong had gradually begun to adopt the frivolous and strange phrases Lin Qingmo often used.
[Dad Douluo]: Royal Sister, now you're asking the real question!
[Dad Douluo]: I already planned out my takeoff route long ago—I'm going with the most popular build online: the Blue Silver Grass life path!
[The Pope Herself]: Blue Silver Grass… life path?
Bibi Dong's curiosity was piqued.
"What kind of method could make a trash martial soul like Blue Silver Grass… take off?"
[Dad Douluo]: Think about it—Blue Silver Grass looks like a trash martial soul, but its vitality is insanely strong.
[Dad Douluo]: As long as I absorb life-attribute soul rings, I can keep strengthening myself and my martial soul, maybe even make up for its origin defects!
The more Lin Qingmo spoke, the more excited he became.
He poured out all kinds of Blue Silver Grass evolution theories he had seen online before transmigrating.
Completely unaware that he was leaking "classified information" to the Pope of the Douluo Continent.
[Dad Douluo]: And Blue Silver Grass isn't the only thing of its kind—there's also the Blue Silver King and the Blue Silver Emperor.
Spirit City.
Pope's Private Chambers.
The smile on Bibi Dong's face slowly faded.
What replaced it was profound shock.
Blue Silver King!
Blue Silver Emperor!
Of course, she knew the Blue Silver Emperor!
That was Ah Yin, the hundred-thousand-year transformed soul beast who had once fallen in love with Clear Sky Douluo Tang Hao—and who ultimately sacrificed herself during the Spirit Hall's pursuit.
"Just where did A-Qing learn all of this?"
The life path he mentioned didn't sound like baseless nonsense at all.
Blue Silver Grass truly did possess extraordinary vitality.
If life-attribute soul rings could really be used to make up for its origin, evolution or mutation might not be impossible.
Yet even the Spirit Hall's vast archives contained no such records.
As she watched Lin Qingmo continue to chatter endlessly on the light screen,
Bibi Dong's gaze grew deeper and deeper.
"This little fellow… has far too many secrets hidden within him."
However, Lin Qingmo's enthusiasm suddenly deflated.
When he spoke again, his tone had turned dejected.
[Dad Douluo]: But it's way easier said than done…
[The Pope Herself]: You've run into difficulties?
[Dad Douluo]: Yeah.
[Dad Douluo]: My innate soul power is only Rank Four, and Blue Silver Grass is a trash martial soul—my cultivation speed is slow as hell.
[Dad Douluo]: It's been half a year already, and no matter how I cultivate, my soul power hasn't budged at all. Who knows how long it'll take before I can absorb my first soul ring?
[Dad Douluo]: Royal Sister, I'm really feeling awful right now!
[Dad Douluo]: Knowing there's a path to turn things around but being stuck right at the starting line… It's torture!
The words on the light screen were filled with deep resentment.
It was as if one could see the little fellow on the other side drooping his head, looking utterly wronged.
The shock in Bibi Dong's heart slowly faded.
In its place rose a faint, almost imperceptible sense of amusement.
"Heh… this little fellow from another world is both arrogant and adorable."
Bibi Dong closed the chat group light screen.
She stood up and stepped out of the bath.
The attendants hurried forward to drape a magnificent robe over her shoulders.
Yet they noticed—
There seemed to be a trace of lingering gentleness on the Pope's face.
For a moment, they were so entranced they forgot themselves.
Bibi Dong walked to the window.
She gazed at the distant mountains wreathed in mist and clouds.
Her thoughts churned endlessly.
Casually, she took out a sheet of paper filled with personal information.
It was a list she had ordered to be compiled—
All boys who had awakened Blue Silver Grass with innate soul power Rank Four within the past half year.
After several rounds of screening, thirty remained.
A-Qing could very well be among them.
But she had no intention of alerting the grass by startling the snake.
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