Chapter 40: Daring to Directly Roast the Pope—This "Bro" Is Truly Brave!
Bibi Dong stared at the button flashing with "Yes / No," a sharp glint flashing through her eyes.
"If I don't join, I might miss out on information from the others."
"And this is also a perfect opportunity to see exactly who it is that holds these diary copies."
Without the slightest hesitation—
Bibi Dong took a deep breath, her resolve firm. Her consciousness pressed heavily down on the [Yes] button.
[Please enter your group nickname: ________]
Looking at the input box, the corner of Bibi Dong's lips curled into a cold, arrogant arc.
Since it was a chat group, she naturally had to maintain the dignity befitting a Pope.
Hide her identity?
Unnecessary!
She was the sovereign of the Spirit Hall, the most powerful woman on this continent. Why should she lower her head to a group of people hiding behind aliases?
Thus, with overwhelming dominance, she entered her name.
...
At the same moment—
Heaven Dou Crown Prince's Residence, Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Nuoding Academy, Blue Tyrant Academy, Sea God Island…
Everyone made the same choice at the exact same time!
The next second, it was as if something exploded inside everyone's minds.
[Welcome, "Supreme Pope" to the chat group!]
[Welcome "Bunny Who Loves Candied Hawthorns" to the chat group!]
[Welcome "Seven Treasure Little Rich Lady" to the chat group!]
[Welcome "I Want to Live Past Thirty" to the chat group!]
[Welcome, "Sworn Protector of the Pope" to the chat group!]
[Ding! Welcome, "Irritable Pig-Raising Maniac" to the chat group!]
[Ding! Welcome "Nine Hearts" to the chat group!]
[Welcome …]
...
In less than a minute, the previously empty member list was instantly filled with all sorts of bizarre nicknames.
Bibi Dong glanced at the number displayed in the top-right corner: [13].
Excluding the suspicious administrator-like "System Robot," that meant—
Exactly twelve people currently possess diary copies!
"Twelve people…"
She hadn't expected the number of diary copy holders to be higher than she had imagined.
The only question was—how many women, and how many men, were in this group?
Bibi Dong narrowed her phoenix eyes, rapidly analyzing the information hidden behind each nickname.
"Supreme Pope" was naturally herself.
"Sworn Protector of the Pope"—without even thinking, that had to be Nana, that silly girl.
As for the others…
Bibi Dong's gaze paused briefly on [I Don't Like Men], and the corner of her mouth twitched.
"That kind of interest?"
"This nickname… looks like a man?"
"And one who's deliberately trying to cover something up?"
Far away in the Heaven Dou Crown Prince's Residence, Qian Renxue looked at the nickname she had casually chosen and nodded in satisfaction.
"Since the system didn't specify whether the diary copy holders are male or female, I'll just be the man. Perfect for hiding my identity."
As a young and accomplished Crown Prince, there was naturally no shortage of women throwing themselves at her.
But since she rejected them all, rumors had spread outside claiming that "the Crown Prince might be interested in men."
She found that utterly helpless.
She was a woman, and her orientation was perfectly normal. Was she supposed to make a move on those women instead…?
And on top of that, she could also use this identity to disgust that woman a little.
A crafty glint flashed through Qian Renxue's golden eyes.
[System Robot: Welcome, everyone, to the Anonymous Diary Chat Group.]
[To maintain order within the group, the following rules are hereby announced:]
[1. Speak Freely: Here, there is no status or hierarchy—only roasting and being roasted.]
[2. Resource Sharing: The group supports mental transmission of red packets (Gold Soul Coins/items) and files (cultivation methods/experience).]
[3. Member Limit: The current group capacity is 13 people. This will expand as the diary owner's strength increases.]
Before everyone could even finish processing these three rules—
"Ding!"
A bright red square suddenly appeared in the chat interface.
["Seven-Treasure Little Rich Lady" has sent a luck-based red packet!]
[Note: First meeting—just a small token of goodwill. Please take care of me, everyone~]
Everyone: !!!
Almost instinctively, everyone's consciousness tapped it.
[Bunny Who Loves Candied Hawthorns received 4,000 Gold Soul Coins!]
[I Don't Like Men Received 2,500 Gold Soul Coins!]
[Supreme Pope received 10 Gold Soul Coins!]
[Irritable Pig-Raising Maniac received 1,200 Gold Soul Coins!]
...
Bibi Dong stared at the pitiful 10 Gold Soul Coins in her hand, several large ??? instantly popping up on her forehead.
The dignified Pope—and she had the worst luck?
But that wasn't the main issue.
The real shock came when everyone opened the red packet details and saw the total amount.
[Total Amount: 20,000 Gold Soul Coins!]
Twenty thousand!
Just to say hello?
For a moment, the chat group fell into an eerie silence.
Then, messages started flooding in at a frantic pace.
[I Want to Live Past Thirty: Holy shit! 20,000 Gold Soul Coins?! Rich sister, please take care of me! This is way too extravagant!]
[Bunny Who Loves Candied Hawthorns: Wow! So much money! I'm rich now! I can buy Lin Yuan lots of yummy food! Thank you, rich sister!]
[Nine Hearts: …Truly wealthy.]
Watching all the flattery, Ning Rongrong lay on her bed and snorted smugly, thoroughly enjoying herself.
[Seven-Treasure Little Rich Lady: Oh, come on, no need to be so polite. This is just my monthly allowance~ From now on, we're all brothers and sisters. If anyone runs into trouble, just say the word. Anything that can be solved with money isn't a problem!]
That utterly Versailles statement instantly cemented everyone's guesses.
With that kind of wealth, and the words "Seven-Treasure" right there—who else could it be besides the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Rongrong?
However, before things could settle down, the person with the nickname [I Don't Like Men] suddenly launched an attack.
And right from the start, the target was Bibi Dong!
[I Don't Like Men: @Supreme Pope, hehe, didn't expect you to join the group too.]
[I Don't Like Men: I say, isn't your "Supreme Pope" nickname a little too shameless?]
[I Don't Like Men: I heard that when you were young, you actually liked trash like Yu Xiaogang, who's only good at talking nonsense?]
[I Don't Like Men: Tsk tsk tsk. The former Saintess of the Spirit Hall, now the Pope—your taste was really that bad? How desperate were you back then? So hungry that you'd take anything?]
Boom!
The moment those words were sent, it was like tossing a deep-water bomb into a calm lake.
The entire chat group exploded instantly!
[Seven-Treasure Little Rich Lady: Hahahaha! I'm dying of laughter! "So hungry you'd take anything"? That description fits perfectly!]
[Bunny Who Loves Candied Hawthorns: Hahaha, even though I don't know the Pope, I have seen Yu Xiaogang… and yeah, her taste was definitely… unique.]
[I Want to Live Past Thirty: …This bro is insane! Daring to roast the Pope directly? Aren't you afraid she'll track you down offline and wipe you out?]
…
End of Chapter