Douluo Continent: Blood Spear Martial Soul, Soul Rings that can unleash divine power?

"Lin Yu was fine, but... he beat up the two Reynolds brothers."

Lingyuan Douluo bowed and replied, with a hint of caution in his voice.

Upon hearing this, Bibi Dong didn't even lift her eyelids, continuing to leisurely fiddle with her fingers: "Not bad... Did you come to bring me good news?"

Ling Yuan Douluo was taken aback, and was about to explain, "But Reynolds is, after all,..."

"A mere Contra Douluo dares to compare himself to my disciple?"

Bibi Dong interrupted her with a calm remark.

Lingyuan Douluo's expression froze for a moment as he looked at Bibi Dong, clearly having understood.

She hesitated for a moment, her expression shifting, then whispered, "Should we...?"

"No need."

Bibi Dong said casually, "I think Reynolds is a smart man. Let the younger generation resolve their own squabbles."

"but......"

Bibi Dong abruptly changed the subject, her eyes turning cold.

"If he can't grasp the situation, I think..."

Bibi Dong lightly twitched her fingertips, her tone calm yet filled with murderous intent, "He must have quite a few enemies to have risen to the position of Platinum Bishop."

Lingyuan Douluo felt a chill run down his spine and immediately understood Bibi Dong's meaning.

"Yes, I'll take my leave."

......

As night falls, the lights inside the Temple of the Virgin are soft.

Lin Yu had just returned from school and was lying on the bed for a while when a maid's soft voice came from outside the door: "Young Master Lin, His Holiness the Pope requests your presence."

Lin Yu was slightly surprised.

"Did Bibi Dong find out I hit someone?"

But then I thought about it again and it made sense. Bibi Dong should know how many times I've gone to the toilet in Wuhun City.

He gathered his thoughts and strode towards Bibi Dong's residence.

The room was filled with a warm fragrance, and Bibi Dong was sitting on a soft couch, flipping through files.

Seeing Lin Yu enter, she put down her book, looked up, and said in a somewhat languid tone, "I heard you beat someone up on your first day of school?"

Lin Yu nodded frankly: "They provoked the disciple first."

Bibi Dong chuckled and beckoned him closer: "I'm not blaming you."

She reached out and gently brushed away the stray hairs on Lin Yu's forehead, her fingertips carrying a slightly cool warmth: "You played well, you're befitting my disciple."

Lin Yu's eyes lit up: "The teacher isn't angry?"

"Angry?" Bibi Dong raised an eyebrow, her purple eyes filled with a hint of mockery.

"Why should I be angry? If someone dares to bully my people, you can kill them without any repercussions."

Bibi Dong paused, then looked up at him, her tone more inquisitive: "But why didn't you reveal your identity or use your martial spirit today?"

Lin Yu lowered his eyes and answered truthfully, "I feel these two things are too conspicuous. What if some people with ulterior motives find out and kidnap me to threaten you, teacher?"

Upon hearing this, Bibi Dong's eyes flashed with surprise, which quickly turned into a faint smile.

"I thought you were just exceptionally talented, but I never expected you to be so meticulous, far surpassing your peers."

She leaned forward slightly, her tone carrying an unquestionable confidence and the majesty of a pope, each word carrying immense weight: "But remember this, you can rest assured in Martial Soul City, no one can touch you."

Lin Yu felt a warmth in his heart and immediately bowed respectfully, saying, "Thank you, teacher. Your disciple has received your esteemed guidance."

"If there's nothing else, may I head back to rest?"

Bibi Dong waved her hand.

Go ahead.

......

At the entrance of the Reynolds residence.

Two figures, one tall and one short, supported each other as they staggered towards their doorstep.

Before even entering the door, he leaned against it, calling out in a daze, "Father! Father!"

Hearing the commotion, the steward rushed over, cursing as he ran: "Damn it! What kind of idiot dares to come to the Lei residence to wail at a funeral! I'll break your legs!"

The butler opened the door, and two figures stumbled in.

The butler took a closer look and saw that the clothes were tattered and the person looked like a beggar. He was also a cripple and a fool. He was immediately enraged.

"Good heavens! This is outrageous!"

The butler kicked the lame man's good leg hard, yelling, "You damn beggar!"

Seeing that kicking only one person was a bit biased, he started kicking with both hands.

"Damn it! Your father's dead, and you come to the Lei mansion to wail?! I think you're tired of living!"

"Should I send you down to see your father right now?!"

"What's going on?" a voice came from behind.

Reynolds came out of the house after hearing the noise.

The butler turned around and immediately smiled, "It's nothing, sir, they're just two beggars asking for food."

"I'll send him away right away."

He was about to throw the two of them out when he said that.

Suddenly, upon hearing the word "Master," the lame man felt as if his savior had arrived. His chest heaved violently, and he shouted with all his might, "Father! It is I, Lei Lie!"

The butler's outstretched hand froze in mid-air, thinking, "Why does that voice sound so familiar?"

He flipped him over with his hand, took another look, and immediately knelt down, feigning concern:

"Oh dear! Young master!"

"Young Master, what's wrong with you!?"

When Reynolds heard it was his son, he quickly walked over.

After examining the injuries, his face was so gloomy it was almost dripping with water.

He roared at the butler, "Who! Who did this?!"

"Lei Lie has broken both legs! And Ren is practically going to become mentally disabled!"

The butler was so frightened by Reynolds' appearance that he collapsed to the ground, tears streaming down his face. He cried, "I...I don't know! It was like this when I opened the door."

Seeing his two sons in such a state, Reynolds' eyes flashed with coldness: "Take them to get treated first. I want to see which stray dog ​​dared to hurt my sons!"

In less than half an incense stick's time, Lei Lie finally regained some color.

Reynolds sat on the edge of the bed and asked urgently, "Son, tell me! Who used such force?"

Lei Lie lay on the bed, looking aggrieved, and said, "Father! You must stand up for me!"

"That bastard not only beat up my underling, but he also demanded money from me. I've never been so wronged in my life!"

Lei Lie roared, his eyes bloodshot, "Father, you must kill him!"

After hearing his explanation, Reynolds said anxiously, "Son, you still haven't told me the man's name?"

Lei Lie looked bewildered: "Name?"

"Yes, the name!"

"I got beaten up so badly and I don't even know the other guy's name!"

In his emotional state, he suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, which splattered onto the bed sheets.

"Lin... Lin Yu."

Raine, who had just woken up from his coma, weakly uttered the name.

"Lin Yu?"

Upon hearing the name, Reynolds searched his mind rapidly.

A moment later, as if suddenly realizing something, his pupils contracted, and his body jolted as if struck by lightning.

Coming to his senses, Reynolds slowly sat up from the bedside, as if his spine had been removed, and said in a hoarse voice like an old man, "Consider this a lesson for you two, so you won't cause trouble everywhere."

"Tomorrow, I will host a banquet and invite him to my home... to apologize."

"What!?"

The two brothers spoke in unison, their eyes meeting, both seeing disbelief and horror in each other's eyes.

Lei Lie, puzzled, roared anxiously, "Why, Father?"

"I got almost beaten to death by that bastard, and I'm supposed to apologize to him?"

Reynolds' face darkened, and he slammed each word onto the ground: "Why?"

"Because he's a disciple of His Holiness the Pope!"

"Is this reason sufficient?"

"Do you know...?"

Reynolds sensed someone was coming and swallowed back the words he was about to say.

The official bowed his head and pushed open the door. He glanced at Reynolds, and seeing that he was not blamed, he breathed a sigh of relief and said respectfully, "Master, the medicine is ready."

Reynolds took the tray, placed it by the bedside, and turned to the butler, saying, "Old Wang, later you can send me a letter to the Papal Palace and give it to the guard to pass on."

"Yes, sir," Butler Wang replied with a bow.

After helping the two finish their medicine, Reynolds turned and went into his study.

Butler Wang waited at the door, and soon several wads of scrap paper appeared at his feet. Reynolds, scratching his head in front of the table, looked completely puzzled.

"Who is this letter to?"

When he finished writing the eighth page, Reynolds looked at the letter in his hand and finally nodded, with a satisfied expression.

He folded the letter, put it in an envelope, and handed it to Steward Wang.

Butler Wang took the envelope, glanced at the four large characters "To be opened by Lin Yu" on it, and without thinking much of it, immediately went out to avoid any further trouble.

After handing the letter to the guard, he didn't linger. He turned around and walked back, his eyes scanning his surroundings warily halfway there.

After confirming that no one was paying attention to him, he quietly slipped into a restaurant.