Lin Qingmo ran all the way home.
He couldn't wait to share his "results" in the Chat Group.
[Daddy Douluo]: I'm taking off! I'm really taking off this time!
Inside the Supreme Pontiff Palace.
Seeing the message, Bibi Dong's heart stirred.
[The Pope Herself]: What Spirit did you awaken to be so happy?
"Could it be that he awakened a powerful Spirit?"
Bibi Dong couldn't help but become curious.
[Daddy Douluo]: Blue Silver Grass, Innate Spirit Power level four—the total 'chosen one' configuration!
[The Pope Herself]:...Bibi Dong carefully confirmed the words on the light screen.
She confirmed she hadn't misread them.
Her face gradually turned dark.
Blue Silver Grass?
A Waste Martial Soul!
Innate Spirit Power level four?
Trash among trash!
"And this is worthy of being called a chosen one?"
Bibi Dong felt her intelligence was being insulted.
"Ridiculous, I actually held expectations for him..."
[The Pope Herself]: What's there to be happy about with a Waste Martial Soul?
[Daddy Douluo]: Tsk tsk, Imperial Sister, you're still too young.
[Daddy Douluo]: Have you forgotten the Blind Douluo's certification?
[Daddy Douluo]: I was personally certified as a Waste Martial Soul by the Blind Douluo!
[Daddy Douluo]: Back then, the Little Scoundrel was also certified as a Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul by the Blind Douluo, and then he took off all the way to become a God and a God King!
[Daddy Douluo]: Although my situation is a bit worse, it's still Blue Silver Grass at least!
[Daddy Douluo]: With the same configuration as the Little Scoundrel, if this isn't a chosen one, what is?
Little Scoundrel, who?
He was actually able to become a God!
Could this Blind Douluo really be that powerful?
"..."
Fine... Bibi Dong realized she and this Daddy Douluo were simply not on the same wavelength.
She couldn't understand much of what the other party said.
But she could vaguely sense that this child from another World seemed to know many things about Douluo Continent.
[Daddy Douluo]: Imperial Sister, just you wait and see. Before long, I'll become the coolest guy on Douluo Continent!
[Daddy Douluo]: Once I take over Spirit Hall, if Bibi Dong can sit on the Supreme Pontiff's throne, why can't I?
[Daddy Douluo]: When that time comes, I'll keep your idol as a pet and post about it on my feed every day!
Inside the Supreme Pontiff Palace.
The light screen continued to be filled with provocations toward her status as Supreme Pontiff.
Yet Bibi Dong didn't get angry.
Instead, the corners of her mouth curled into a moving arc.
"Take my position as Supreme Pontiff? And even keep me as a pet?"
This little fellow from another World was truly arrogant.
However.
She was increasingly looking forward to what interesting things this little fellow, who held a Waste Martial Soul yet called himself a chosen one, would do next.
[The Pope Herself]: Fine, I'll wait to see you... take off.
Lin Qingmo was overjoyed when he saw Bibi Dong's reply.
"Wait for the good news of my counterattack!"
He closed the Chat Group light screen.
He released his Blue Silver Grass Spirit.
A large question mark popped up over Lin Qingmo's head.
"Speaking of which, how exactly do you Cultivate Blue Silver Grass?"
"Golden Finger? Save me!"
...Time flew by.
Half a year passed just like that.
Dense mist shrouded the Supreme Pontiff's bedchamber deep within the Supreme Pontiff Palace.
Inside the carved, gilded bathtub.
The warm spring water shimmered with ripples of light.
Bibi Dong's slender and curvaceous figure appeared hazy and charming.
Her jet-black long hair fell like a waterfall.
Strands of hair soaked in water droplets clung to her snow-white skin.
They outlined her graceful curves.
Her hazy silhouette loomed in and out of the dense mist.
She exuded a cold and noble aura that warned strangers not to approach.
Her jade-like fingers gently brushed the surface of the water.
It created circles of ripples.
Her cold, beautiful eyes, however, were fixed on the Chat Group light screen floating in the void.
During this half year.
Through repeated exchanges and probing with "Daddy Douluo."
Bibi Dong finally understood the Origin of this so-called "Chat Group."
In the other party's World.
A Chat Group was a platform for people to communicate across distances.
And her nickname, "The Pope Herself," actually belonged to a friend the other party had never met.
Commonly known as a "Netizen."
He treated her as that Netizen.
What concerned her more was this fellow calling himself "Daddy Douluo."
He seemed to have many secrets of Douluo Continent at his fingertips.
He had even mentioned Gods... this fellow's speaking style was erratic and arrogant.
Yet he could always inadvertently say things that shocked her.
She had also tried to probe for the other party's real name.
But she was rebuffed with the strange excuse: "Don't doxx people online; Doxxing leads to disaster."
She only learned from the other party's occasional slips that his fellow group members used to call him "Lin Qingmo."
At this moment, she had a rare moment of leisure.
Bibi Dong naturally wanted to know what that six-year-old little fellow was doing.
She opened the Chat Group and skillfully sent a message.
[The Pope Herself]: @Daddy Douluo, Lin Qingmo, what are you doing?
On the other end of the Chat Group.
On a winding path.
Lin Qingmo was carrying a small cloth bag, trudging forward slowly.
His small face was scrunched up like a bun.
When he saw Bibi Dong's message.
He immediately began typing a reply.
[Daddy Douluo]: Imperial Sister, you've been asking what I'm doing all the time lately. You're even stricter than an old mother.
[The Pope Herself]: Hmm?
[Daddy Douluo]: Cough, just joking!
[Daddy Douluo]: Sigh, life is hard. I'm currently walking to school step by step.
His six-year-old short legs moved sluggishly.
Lin Qingmo looked at the winding path ahead, his face full of despair.
"Damn it, why isn't there even a carriage!"
After Awakening his Spirit.
His family had enrolled him in the nearest Elementary Spirit Master Academy.
Today was the day of registration.
[Daddy Douluo]: Imperial Sister, you don't know my suffering. I had to go to school before, and now I still have to go to school after transmigrating.
[Daddy Douluo]: I really don't want to go to school!
In the bath hall of the Supreme Pontiff Palace.
The series of complaining words caused an image to involuntarily surface in Bibi Dong's mind: a six-year-old child pouting, frowning, and muttering to himself while kicking small stones.
That image was so vivid.
The corner of her cold mouth actually curled into an extremely faint arc.
This arc was like the first melting of snow, breathtakingly beautiful.
But it was only fleeting.
[The Pope Herself]: If you don't work hard at learning the basics, how can you achieve the 'taking off' you talk about?
Bibi Dong had also gradually learned to use the frivolous and strange terms from Lin Qingmo's mouth.
[Daddy Douluo]: Imperial Sister, you've asked the right question!
[Daddy Douluo]: I've already planned my route to take off—I'll take the most popular Life Route for Blue Silver Grass!
[The Pope Herself]: Life Route Blue Silver Grass?
Bibi Dong became curious.
"What kind of method could allow a Waste Martial Soul like Blue Silver Grass to... take off?"
[Daddy Douluo]: Think about it. Blue Silver Grass seems like a Waste Martial Soul, but its vitality is tenacious.
[Daddy Douluo]: As long as I absorb life attribute spirit rings, I can continuously strengthen myself and my Spirit, and even compensate for the flaws in my Origin!
The more Lin Qingmo spoke, the more excited he became.
He poured out all the various Blue Silver Grass evolution hypotheses he had seen online before transmigrating.
He didn't realize at all that he was leaking "secrets" to the Supreme Pontiff of Douluo Continent.
[Daddy Douluo]: It's not just Blue Silver Grass that shares the same source; there are also the Blue Silver King and the Blue Silver Emperor.
Spirit City.
The Supreme Pontiff's bedchamber.
The smile on Bibi Dong's face gradually vanished.
It was replaced by deep shock.
Blue Silver King!
Blue Silver Emperor!
She naturally knew about the Blue Silver Emperor!
That was Ah Yin, the Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Beast who once fell in love with Clear Sky Douluo Tang Hao and finally sacrificed herself during Spirit Hall's pursuit!
"Where on earth did Lin Qingmo learn about these things?"
The Life Route he spoke of actually didn't sound like nonsense.
It was a fact that Blue Silver Grass had tenacious vitality.
If it really could absorb life attribute spirit rings to compensate for its Origin, there might indeed be a possibility of evolution and mutation.
But this information wasn't even recorded in Spirit Hall's library.
Looking at Lin Qingmo, who was still talking incessantly on the light screen.
Bibi Dong's gaze became increasingly profound.
"The secrets hidden within this little fellow are truly too many."
However, Lin Qingmo's excitement suddenly withered away.
His tone became dejected when he spoke again.
[Daddy Douluo]: But it's easier said than done... [The Pope Herself]: Have you encountered a difficulty?
[Daddy Douluo]: Yeah.
[Daddy Douluo]: My Innate Spirit Power is only level four, and Blue Silver Grass is a Waste Martial Soul. My cultivation speed is slow as hell.
[Daddy Douluo]: It's been half a year, and no matter how I Cultivate, my spirit power hasn't changed. I don't know how long it will take before I can absorb my first spirit ring.
[Daddy Douluo]: Imperial Sister, I feel so miserable right now!
[Daddy Douluo]: Clearly knowing the route to a counterattack but being stuck at the starting line—this feeling is too agonizing!
The words on the light screen carried a heavy sense of resentment.
It was as if she could see the little fellow on the other end of the screen with his head drooping, looking aggrieved.
The shock in Bibi Dong's heart gradually faded.
It was replaced by a trace of barely perceptible amusement.
"Hehe, this little fellow from another World is truly both arrogant and cute."
Bibi Dong turned off the Chat Group light screen.
She stood up and walked out of the bathtub.
A maid hurriedly stepped forward to drape a magnificent robe over her.
However, she saw that a trace of lingering softness seemed to remain on the Supreme Pontiff's face.
For a moment, she was dazed by the sight.
Bibi Dong walked to the window.
She gazed at the distant mountains shrouded in clouds and mist.
Her mind was filled with a thousand thoughts.
She casually took out a sheet of paper containing personal information.
This was a list of all the boys who had awakened the Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul with level 4 Innate Spirit Power half a year ago, whom she had ordered to be investigated.
After filtering, there were still 30 people left.
Lin Qingmo might be among them.
But she didn't intend to startle him by finding him just yet...