Chapter 135: Tang San—Calling Someone Trash Again and Again Really Hits the Heart
Bibi Dong shifted her gaze from the livestream screen to Qian Daoliu.
The anger she had shown earlier was completely gone. What remained was only a cold distance, along with a clear trace of impatience.
"Tolerance?"
She repeated the word softly, the corner of her lips curling into a faint smile as sharp as the tip of a blade.
"Grand Worship, are you trying to teach me how to do my job?"
She leaned forward slightly. Beneath the papal crown, her eyes gleamed with a frightening brightness.
"Don't forget, the one sitting here right now is me—Bibi Dong, the Pope of Spirit Hall."
"When did the affairs of the Pope become something the Douluo Hall can point fingers at?"
…
Qian Daoliu did not answer immediately.
He stared at the woman before him, who had grown increasingly imposing and more difficult to understand. His thoughts churned violently.
Back then, the incident between them had ultimately been the fault of the Qian family.
And besides, she was still Qian Renxue's mother.
Over the years, even when the Pope's Palace had crossed certain lines, he had mostly turned a blind eye.
But recently, something had begun to feel wrong.
Bibi Dong's changes were too obvious.
The power she concealed and the secret arrangements she made were like an iceberg beneath the sea, only a small tip visible above the surface, while the rest remained hidden beneath chilling depths.
Especially the pure and terrifying killing intent she had just released.
Who was it directed at?
And why had it appeared so suddenly?
"I'm not trying to interfere with you."
Qian Daoliu finally spoke slowly, his voice heavy.
"I'm only reminding you. You are the Pope. Every action you take concerns the dignity and stability of Spirit Hall. Carrying such heavy killing intent is not a good thing."
"A good thing?"
Bibi Dong let out a soft laugh, as if she had just heard a joke. Yet there was no warmth in that laughter.
"Grand Worship, your definition of 'good' is rather narrow. My path is something I understand clearly myself. There's no need for you to worry."
She leaned back into the throne again.
Her posture looked relaxed, almost lazy, yet her inviolable authority remained completely intact.
The killing intent had receded somewhat, but the coldness deep within her eyes had not melted.
"If there's nothing else, Grand Worship, please leave."
The dismissal was extremely direct.
…
Qian Daoliu looked at her deeply.
Those eyes, which had witnessed countless storms, seemed to attempt to pierce through her outer shell and see the schemes hidden beneath.
In the end, he said nothing more.
"Take care of yourself."
A faint flash of golden light appeared, and he vanished instantly, as if he had never been there.
The Pope's Palace fell silent once again.
Only Bibi Dong remained.
Her fingers lightly tapped against the armrest of the throne.
Tap, tap, tap.
The sound echoed clearly through the empty hall.
Her gaze returned to the livestream screen.
Within the image, Lin Qingmo stood with a faint smile playing on his lips.
Opposite him, Yu Xiaogang's face had turned an awkward mixture of green and white.
Flender and Zhao Wuji, beside him, also wore rather complicated expressions.
…
"Qian Daoliu…"
Bibi Dong murmured, a cold glint flashing in her eyes.
"That troublesome old man. I'm still not strong enough. If I possessed absolute power, then Spirit Hall, the entire continent… who would dare question my decisions?"
Her gaze shifted to the young man on the screen.
Even while facing deliberate provocation, he stood firmly in place, calm and composed.
Only then did the icy coldness in Bibi Dong's eyes melt slightly.
"Ah Qing… grow stronger quickly. When that day comes, Spirit Hall, the world… everything will belong to you."
She whispered, her voice so quiet that only she could hear it.
Meanwhile, the livestream at Shrek Academy continued.
Yu Xiaogang had been completely humiliated by Ma Hongjun and Oscar's unrestrained laughter. His face flushed bright red.
He tried desperately to maintain the authority of a teacher.
Turning toward Flender, he spoke stiffly.
"Flender! Are these really the students you teach? They have no sense of rules and no respect for their elders!"
"Uh…"
Flender forced a smile.
He glared at Ma Hongjun and Oscar to stop their laughter.
But honestly, he didn't know what to say.
After all… Lin Qingmo definitely did not belong in the category of trash.
"Flender, you still haven't answered me. What right does this trash, Lin Qingmo, have to remain at Shrek? Today, you must give me an explanation!"
Yu Xiaogang continued pressing stubbornly, like a nagging wife who refused to let things go.
"Teacher…"
Tang San clenched his fists and lowered his head.
Every time Yu Xiaogang mocked Lin Qingmo as trash, the person most hurt by those words was actually Tang San himself.
No one understood Lin Qingmo's strength better than Tang San.
Calling Lin Qingmo trash simply didn't make sense.
Compared to him…
Tang San, the so-called genius Yu Xiaogang bragged about, now seemed more like a clown whose reputation didn't match reality.
Flender rubbed his temples, feeling a headache coming on.
He glanced at Lin Qingmo, who stood calmly as if the situation had nothing to do with him.
Then he looked at Yu Xiaogang, whose expression had become extremely unpleasant.
He sighed inwardly.
'Xiaogang… your theories may be good.'
'But your judgment of people and your way of handling things… haven't changed at all.'
He cleared his throat, preparing to smooth things over and perhaps explain some of Lin Qingmo's "glorious achievements."
But Lin Qingmo moved first.
He stepped forward.
The playful smile on his face faded slightly, but his sharp gaze directly met Yu Xiaogang's.
"You asked earlier what gives me the right to stay here?"
His tone was unusually calm.
"It's because I just returned from the Star Dou Forest and obtained my fourth soul ring."
"Oh, right."
He suddenly remembered something and smiled, which made Yu Xiaogang uncomfortable.
"My fourth soul ring should be about thirty thousand years old."
"As for my soul power… after absorbing the ring, it increased by five levels."
"So now I'm a Rank 45 Soul Ancestor."
He tilted his head slightly, his expression so serious it almost appeared innocent.
"So… is that enough qualification?"
…
A gust of wind passed through the training ground, rustling the leaves loudly.
All color drained instantly from Yu Xiaogang's face.
His mouth opened slightly, and his eyes stared blankly at Lin Qingmo.
His expression looked as if he had just heard the most absurd fairy tale in the world.
Thirty thousand years.
Fourth soul ring.
Soul power rises five levels.
Rank 45 Soul Ancestor.
Every phrase directly contradicted the "soul master theories" he had spent half his life researching.
Flender watched from the side, shaking his head internally.
He had already expected this result.
The others crossed their arms and grinned, clearly enjoying the spectacle.
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Inside the chat group:
After a few seconds of silence, messages appeared again.
[Bingbing]: Heh. Here it comes. Lin Qingmo looks calm on the outside, but who knows how happy he is inside. This guy is full of schemes.
[Little Witch]: Hahaha! Ah Qing is so cool. Look at that theory master's face changing colors like a chameleon. I can't take it anymore. Tonight's entertainment is secured.
[Big-Chested Kitty]: But I feel like he still doesn't believe it.
[Ice and Snow Maiden]: That's because Ah Qing has not yet released his soul rings. When the truth appears before his eyes, that will likely be the moment he collapses. Is Ah Qing planning to attack his mind step by step?
[Dad Douluo]: Heh, Ice and Snow Maiden really understands me.
[A Rogue Rabbit]: Hmph! Let him look down on people. I'm waiting for the slap in the face!
[The Pope Herself]: …
Watching the calm expression on the young man's face and the disbelief on the false theory master's—
Bibi Dong's fingertip tapped the armrest one final time.
Then everything returned to complete stillness.
[Tyrant Dragon Mom]: …
The glow of the screen reflected in Liu Erlong's eyes.
The shadows of the past and the lingering confusion and expectations she once held finally faded away like a receding tide.
Her heart felt empty.
But strangely… also much lighter.
The final ripple of emotion within her heart completely calmed.
Only a faint sigh remained, along with a clarity she had never experienced before.
End of Chapter