Spirit City.
Popes bedroom.
Tap~ tap~
That was the sound of jade feet stepping on the ground with high heels.
A figure walked in.
She wore a brilliant golden long dress from head to toe, extremely fitting, with a dazzling, sparkling ceremonial robe. She exuded an invisible aura of nobility and sacredness that made people instinctively want to bow down and worship.
However.
Even the dress adorned with over a hundred red, blue, and gold gems, and the nine-curved purple gold crown she wore that shone with myriad rays of light, were not the most beautiful.
The most beautiful was her nearly perfect face, fair skin, well-proportioned figure, the large expanse of snow-white skin below her collarbone, and a pair of long, fair, beautiful legs, extremely alluring.
She was the current Pope of Spirit Hall—Bibi Dong.
Although she was no longer young.
The marks of time seemed not to have touched her; she was still astonishingly beautiful, noble, elegant, and serene, and time had even personally bestowed upon her an aura that deeply stirred the hearts of every Wei Wu person.
The Jian'an style remains, and the legacy of Wei Wu lives on forever.
In the room.
After a busy day, Master Bi walked to the wardrobe, removed her magnificent disguise, and her perfect figure was exposed in the dim light... After changing into a light-colored nightgown, she leaned on the bed, supporting her fair chin, lost in thought.
Although Bibi Dong was the Pope.
In Spirit Hall, there were also the Enshrinements Hall and the Elder Hall.
Today, Bibi Dong intended to secure several Soul Bones for Spirit Hall's Golden Generation but was opposed by the Elders. The Elder Hall was the core of Spirit Hall's power, responsible for deciding major matters.
How precious were Soul Bones?
Bibi Dong wanted to bestow them upon the Golden Generation, so they naturally wouldn't agree easily.
Not long after.
Bibi Dong suddenly brightened up, muttering in a deep voice, "In that case, let's put those three Soul Bones as rewards for the Soul Master Tournament champion team in over two years, considering it a test for Nana and the others... Hmm??"
Suddenly.
Bibi Dong let out a soft gasp, feeling something under her buttocks. She reached out her jade hand to feel underneath and directly pulled out an object from there, book-sized, with the words written on it—Liam's Diary (Bibi Dong's Copy).
"Who is it?"
Bibi Dong instantly stood up, radiating a powerful Soul Power pressure around her. Her pretty face turned cold, and her nightgown began to sway from the air current, revealing glimpses of her purple panties.
The terrifying aura around her was enough to make even ordinary Title Douluo kneel.
"Damn it!"
After investigating, Bibi Dong not only found nothing but was also enraged that there wasn't even a trace of anyone entering her bedroom. This left her shocked and furious.
What kind of method was this?
After a moment of silence, Bibi Dong sat back on the bed and opened the diary, her mind carefully recalling. Liam... she had no memory of this name.
[Grass is a plant.]
Just seeing the first sentence.
Bibi Dong's mind couldn't help but think of—Blue Silver Grass?
Continued reading:
[Folks, who understands? After eighteen years on the Douluo Continent, and three months since awakening my past life memories, I finally got a golden finger for writing diaries. I almost didn't make it through this ]
[Besides having an incomparably handsome face, I'm truly useless. Even my Martial Soul is just a chicken with innate Soul Power of two and a half levels. After practicing for over ten years, I'm only level fifteen. If I don't get a golden finger, I'm afraid I really can't muddle through anymore.]
[It's too difficult.]
[But jokes aside, if it weren't for this face, which is just as handsome as in my previous life, I would have died again on the outskirts of the Star Dou Forest just three months ago when I first awakened my memories. I wouldn't have been brought back to Spirit City by the infatuated Hu Liena, and I wouldn't have become a gatekeeper at Spirit Hall Academy.]
[Hmm! Strength is temporary; handsomeness is for two lifetimes.]
[Right now, I don't know if this golden finger is easy to use, so I'll just casually write some drivel in the diary, bah—scratch that sentence.]
[I need to write the diary seriously!]
[Today is my... how old am I exactly? Never mind, let's count from when I awakened my memories. Today is the ninety-fifth day since I transmigrated to the Douluo Continent. Although the Douluo Continent is the floor of fantasy, but! Without strength, it's still very dangerous. Caution is the parent of safety.]
[According to the plot development, the Little Bastard should be going to Shrek Academy soon. There are about thirteen years until the Spirit Empire is established and the continent is in full war. Although as a transmigrator, I know five hundred years before and five hundred years after, when the war starts, no one can guarantee they won't be conscripted.]
[Without strength now, I must be cautious and even more cautious, avoid contact with characters from the original work, and avoid getting involved in karma... Bah!]
[Speaking of this deformed world, I really have to complain, T.M.! Grandma Li's! In this World, Spirit Hall, which symbolizes the hope and justice of commoners, was actually defeated by the imperialists and nobles representing evil.]
[Since ancient times, those who win the hearts of the people win the World. How many commoners has Spirit Hall helped awaken their Martial Souls over the years? From my previous life's memory, I discovered that my own Martial Soul was awakened by Spirit Hall, and that Little Bastard who single-handedly destroyed Spirit Hall, his Martial Soul was also awakened by Spirit Hall!]
[Is there still justice?]
[Is there still law?]
Popes bedroom.
Bibi Dong's face was like frost when she read this, her heart churning with stormy waves, her emotions complex and agitated.
Transmigrator?
Knows a thousand years before and after?
Spirit Hall was destroyed by the Little Bastard?
Impossible, absolutely impossible.
Bibi Dong gritted her silver teeth. Spirit Hall had many Title Douluo, its power accumulated over the years was formidable, and that old fellow in the Enshrinements Hall was even more powerful. How could it be destroyed by a Little Bastard?
Even if she wanted to destroy it, she...
Bibi Dong's thoughts were chaotic as she continued to read the diary.
[Forget it.]
[I am just a small transmigrator, currently just a chicken Martial Soul with innate two and a half levels. Since ancient times, talents have emerged in every generation; temporary disputes are nothing. Those who live to the end are the true winners.]
[From now on, I, Liam, must remember the famous saying—When encountering trouble, furrow your brow and retreat behind the crowd. I will write it in my diary every day, constantly reminding myself to be the king of caution.]
[It's about time. I'll stop writing the diary here for today. I wonder what reward I'll get. I hope it's powerful!]
[Good night, two Worlds.]
In the bedroom.
Bang!
When Bibi Dong read this, she fiercely threw the diary onto the ground, her ample bosom heaving with anger.
Damn it!
I was already lying down, and you finished just like that?
Short!
Short and weak!
Couldn't you write clearly how Spirit Hall was destroyed?
Was the one who destroyed Spirit Hall, me or the Little Bastard... Who exactly is the Little Bastard?
Bibi Dong suppressed the anger in her heart, more questions popping up in her mind. At the same time, she became anxious. If someone could truly know a thousand years before and after, wouldn't they be able to calculate her deepest inner thoughts?
Liam, is it?
Brought back to Spirit City by Nana three months ago?
Working as a gatekeeper at Spirit Hall Academy?
Very good!
Since you are under my nose, everything is up to you.
If everything you wrote is false, then so be it.
But if all of this is true, you won't see the light of day again.
Bibi Dong: You have been subjected to the Secret Room Method.