Chapter 12: Take His Soul Bone, Steal His Wife, Beat His Kid!
[The Pope Herself]: Ah Qing, are you planning to give up?
A trace of probing glimmered in Bibi Dong's eyes.
Truth be told, she herself was also very interested in that hundred-thousand-year Blue Silver Emperor soul bone.
After all, it was an unparalleled treasure.
But more than that, she wanted to see what kind of choice this little fellow would make when faced with real difficulty.
If Lin Qingmo chose to give up, then she naturally wouldn't miss this opportunity.
She would immediately send people to track down Tang Hao and seize the soul bone.
But if Lin Qingmo didn't give up—and could even come up with a feasible plan—then she wouldn't mind lending him a hand.
She was genuinely curious how far Ah Qing could ultimately go.
[Dad Douluo]: Give up? How could I possibly give up!
[Dad Douluo]: Who am I, Lin Qingmo? I'm a man destined to become the most handsome guy on the Douluo Continent and take control of Spirit Hall as its Pope!
[Dad Douluo]: You think a little difficulty like this can make me quit? No chance!
[Dad Douluo]: Hehe, I've already thought of a new method.
[Tyrant Dragon Mom]: Another method?
Liu Erlong couldn't help complaining inwardly.
"What on earth is inside this kid's head? How does he always have so many crooked ideas?"
"I really want to see him in person and find out what he actually looks like."
[Dad Douluo]: My plan is—borrow the power of Spirit Hall!
[Tyrant Dragon Mom]: Spirit Hall? No! Absolutely not!
The moment Liu Erlong saw the words "Spirit Hall," she rejected it without a second thought.
She utterly loathed Spirit Hall.
Back then, what happened between Yu Xiaogang and Bibi Dong, as well as Spirit Hall's domineering conduct, all of it left her with zero goodwill toward that organization.
[Tyrant Dragon Mom]: Ah Qing, you absolutely must not set your sights on Spirit Hall!
[Tyrant Dragon Mom]: That organization is extremely overbearing. Once they learn about the soul bone, they'll seize it without hesitation.
[Tyrant Dragon Mom]: When that happens, you won't even get a sip of soup—worse, they might silence you permanently!
[Tyrant Dragon Mom]: I'm telling you, people from Spirit Hall are ruthless to the core. For the sake of profit, there's nothing they wouldn't do.
[Tyrant Dragon Mom]: That little bit of scheming you have won't even be worth mentioning in front of them.
Liu Erlong sent a long string of messages in one go, urgently trying to persuade Lin Qingmo.
She was afraid he'd act on impulse and provoke Spirit Hall, that massive hornet's nest.
However, the moment her messages were sent, Bibi Dong's reply followed immediately.
Her tone carried a faint hint of mockery.
[The Pope Herself]: Oh? I don't think Spirit Hall is as overbearing as you say.
[Tyrant Dragon Mom]: That's because you don't understand Spirit Hall at all!
[The Pope Herself]: I don't understand?
"Heh…"
Bibi Dong sneered inwardly.
Who could understand Spirit Hall better than her, the Pope of Spirit Hall herself?
If she said she wouldn't take the soul bone, then she wouldn't.
Liu Erlong was about to continue persuading—but Bibi Dong cut her off first.
[The Pope Herself]: Hehe.
Just a simple cold chuckle, yet it carried an inexplicable chill.
It made Liu Erlong swallow all her remaining words back down.
She couldn't shake the feeling that this "The Pope Herself" was… strange.
[Dad Douluo]: Alright, alright, stop arguing, both of you!
[Dad Douluo]: We're a loving family—how can we quarrel over something this small?
Lin Qingmo hurriedly stepped in to smooth things over.
He really didn't want to see conflict break out in the group.
[The Pope Herself]: A family, huh…
[Tyrant Dragon Mom]: Who's family with you people?! I don't want to be family with Spirit Hall supporters!
Liu Erlong replied angrily.
Her impression of "The Pope Herself" had sunk to rock bottom.
She felt the other party was simply someone brainwashed by Spirit Hall.
[A Rogue Rabbit]: Th-Then… am I family too?
Xiao Wu asked cautiously as she watched the chat unfold.
[Green Grass]: I…
Ah Yin hesitated for a long time, only typing out a single word.
She didn't know what she should say.
Her heart was in chaos.
She wanted to know more about Tang Hao and Tang San—yet she was also afraid of facing the truth.
[Dad Douluo]: Of course, we're all family!
[Dad Douluo]: And there are also the Little Angel and the Little White-Eyed Wolf. Once they can come back too, it'll be even livelier.
[Tyrant Dragon Mom]: Even the "little white-eyed wolf" is included? Your family's composition is way too complicated!
Liu Erlong was completely speechless.
What kind of thought process did this kid have?
Could he even treat a "white-eyed wolf" as family?
[The Pope Herself]: …
When Bibi Dong saw the words "Little Angel," her gaze flickered slightly.
[Dad Douluo]: Stop, stop! Let's get back to business!
Afraid the topic would derail again, Lin Qingmo quickly pulled things back.
[Dad Douluo]: Sister Long, you misunderstood me. I'm not planning to tell Spirit Hall about the soul bone.
[Dad Douluo]: My plan is to report that trash Tang Hao to Spirit Hall—say he's hiding near Nuoding City!
[The Pope Herself]: So that's what you're aiming for.
Seeing this, Bibi Dong finally understood Lin Qingmo's intent.
The corner of her lips curved into an appreciative smile.
"This little fellow really is audacious—actually planning to borrow a blade and let Spirit Hall deal with Tang Hao for him."
[A Rogue Rabbit]: Eh? What does that mean?
[A Rogue Rabbit]: What does reporting Tang Hao have to do with you stealing the soul bone?
Xiao Wu looked utterly confused.
Simple-minded as she was, she couldn't see through Lin Qingmo's scheme at all.
[Tyrant Dragon Mom]: I get it now!
[Tyrant Dragon Mom]: You want Spirit Hall to go after Tang Hao, draw him away—or even kill him—and then you'll take the chance to steal that soul bone?
Liu Erlong reacted instantly.
She couldn't help clicking her tongue.
[Tyrant Dragon Mom]: You kid is playing way too big—this is literally playing with fire!
[Dad Douluo]: Hmph. Fortune favors the bold; cowards starve!
[Dad Douluo]: If you want to take off on the Douluo Continent, how can you do it without taking risks?
[Dad Douluo]: I'm a man who has inherited Prime Minister Cao's legacy, after all!
[Tyrant Dragon Mom]: Prime Minister Cao? What's that now? What does it have to do with stealing soul bones?
Liu Erlong was completely lost.
This kid kept blurting out terms she couldn't understand.
[Dad Douluo]: Hehe—steal his soul bone, snatch his wife, and beat his kid!
[Tyrant Dragon Mom]: ...
[The Pope Herself]: ...
[A Rogue Rabbit]: ...
[Green Grass]: Th-This… isn't… good…
Faced with Lin Qingmo's "heroic declaration," everyone in the chat group fell completely silent.
Speechless.
Liu Erlong held her forehead.
"This kid is beyond saving—an utterly fearless madman!"
Xiao Wu blinked her big eyes.
She didn't really understand what Lin Qingmo meant, but it somehow sounded incredibly impressive.
The words on the light screen made Bibi Dong laugh out loud despite herself.
This little fellow was getting more and more interesting.
"Still… stealing someone's wife…"
Bibi Dong narrowed her eyes.
She felt this part of Ah Qing's thinking needed some serious correction.
Inside the stone chamber, Ah Yin's leaves shifted slightly, as if she were pondering something.
[Tyrant Dragon Mom]: Honestly, your plan is way too risky. I still advise you to give it up.
[Tyrant Dragon Mom]: Spirit Hall and Tang Hao are both existences you can't afford to provoke. Getting caught in between them will only get you crushed.
Liu Erlong couldn't help but continue persuading him.
Lin Qingmo was clever, but she didn't want to see him throw his life away.
After all, he did call her "Sister Long."
[Dad Douluo]: Don't worry, Sister Long. I know what I'm doing.
[Dad Douluo]: I'm just a six-year-old kid—who would even pay attention to me?
[Dad Douluo]: Once Spirit Hall and Tang Hao beat each other to a mutual loss, I'll slip in during the chaos and steal his soul bone.
Lin Qingmo said confidently, as if he had already seen himself successfully obtaining the soul bone, his talent skyrocketing.
The others in the chat group wanted to say more—only to realize that Lin Qingmo had already stopped replying.
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