Douluo Continent: Twin Golden and Silver Dragons Shock Bibi Dong

This is actually tacitly accepted within the unspoken rules of the Martial Soul Academy.

The world of Soul Masters is a dog-eat-dog world where the strong possess everything and dominate the weak—this is an ironclad rule.

The academy does not prohibit private fights precisely to allow them to adapt to this kind of cruelty in advance.

Every year, countless Soul Masters die in private battles in the wild. If they can't even withstand the storms within the academy, they'll only be sending themselves to their deaths when they go out into the world.

But the problem is...

Someone like Xuan Hao, who single-handedly took on the entire school, defeating nearly a thousand students, then recruited his own team, established rules, and even started collecting taxes from upperclassmen…

This is the first time we've encountered such an oddity in all the years the Spirit Hall has been established!

This is no longer simple bullying; it is an extremely domineering form of "rule."

This matter can be big or small.

On a grander scale, this is a challenge to the authority of the academy, or even the creation of an "independent kingdom" within the Spirit Hall. At such a young age, he has already shown the demeanor of a tyrant, and even the signs of treacherous schemes.

To put it simply, this is just kids playing house, only a bit too much.

Bibi Dong rubbed her temples, her feelings quite complicated.

Deep down, she was actually... happy.

This proves she wasn't wrong. Xuan Hao is not only exceptionally talented, but he's also not the kind of blockhead who only knows how to cultivate, nor is he a reckless brute who only knows how to act bravely.

He knows how to utilize rules, how to leverage power, and even more importantly, how to manage and establish order.

But the problem is...

That kid is too arrogant!

He shouldn't have used her name to shut up the college teachers, and even fooled those several high-ranking education committee members.

This constitutes "falsely conveying imperial edicts" and is an overreach of authority!

At Martial Soul Academy, the power to make the rules lies with the teachers, the education committee, and ultimately with her, the pope.

Xuan Hao, a mere brat, dares to establish the "Xuan Hao Law" on his own, turning the academy into his private territory.

If we don't discipline him now, what will happen when he becomes powerful? Will he even try to change the rules of the Papal Palace? Will he even ignore what she, his teacher, says?

We need to work on his temper.

But if the scolding is too harsh, won't it damage the child's self-confidence and enthusiasm? After all, he didn't really do anything wrong, he just did "too well".

To manage or not to manage?

How should it be managed?

What's wrong with Chapter 15?

……

"What a troublesome little brat."

Bibi Dong sighed inwardly, looked at Xuan Hao kneeling there, and finally broke the silence.

"Is kneeling comfortable?"

Xuan Hao shuddered, cautiously raised his head, revealing a pair of innocent big eyes: "I'm not feeling well... my legs are numb."

"Leg numbness?"

Bibi Dong sneered and put down her teacup. "When you were collecting money at the academy, I saw you were quite nimble on your feet. What? Now you know your legs are numb?"

"Tell me, President Xuanhao."

Bibi Dong leaned forward, and an invisible pressure instantly enveloped Xuan Hao. "You used my name to act arrogantly in the academy, making those teaching committee members so angry that they almost wanted to bang their heads against the wall."

"Do you think that just because you're my disciple, I really won't do anything to you?"

"Or perhaps..."

Bibi Dong's eyes narrowed slightly, and her tone turned dangerous: "You think you've grown wings and can make your own rules?"

Faced with Bibi Dong's aggressive questioning, Xuan Hao did not hesitate or offer any explanation. He raised his head and spoke the most cowardly words in the most resolute tone.

"I was wrong!"

"..."

Bibi Dong's carefully prepared emotions were instantly interrupted. She paused for a moment, then subconsciously asked, "Then tell me, where did you go wrong?"

Xuanhao blinked his big eyes, his face full of sincerity: "If my sister says I'm wrong, then I'm wrong."

"..."

Bibi Dong was immediately choked and felt a tightness in her chest.

The whole tirade she had prepared was now like hitting a soft cotton ball, having no effect whatsoever.

She was still hoping that the boy would argue with her, even if he stubbornly retorted that "I earned the money through my own abilities." She would then slam her hand on the table and, on the grounds of "unrepentant" and "unreasonable," severely punish him by making him stand facing the wall in reflection or copying the school rules.

But what does this mean?

He immediately knelt down to admit his mistake, his attitude so sincere that no one could find fault with him, which left her speechless.

Where is your pride? Where is your domineering spirit?

Where did that arrogant attitude go from when he was standing in the square with his hands behind his back, looking down on everyone, and wanting to collect protection money from the upperclassmen before he even graduated from the senior class?

Go ahead and be a little more arrogant!

How can I punish you if you don't act arrogantly?!

Seeing that Bibi Dong remained silent but still exuded a sense of oppression, Xuan Hao rolled his eyes, crawled two steps on his knees, and sidled up to Bibi Dong's leg.

He stretched out his two small hands and gently placed them on Bibi Dong's slender legs, kneading them lightly and gently, while tilting his head back with a pitiful expression:

"Sister, don't be angry. Getting angry will make you less pretty."

“You can punish me however you want, as long as you're happy, I'll accept it. Even if you hang me up in front of the Papal Palace right now, I won't say a word.”

Bibi Dong was a little confused by his shameless and roguish behavior.

She's been pope for so many years, and who doesn't tremble with fear and walk on thin ice when they see her? Even Hu Liena doesn't dare to breathe loudly when she's angry.

This was the first time someone had dared to be so bold as to argue with her, and even dared to... massage her legs?!

But looking at the exquisitely beautiful child in front of her, who was diligently massaging her while looking at her with those wet little eyes, she couldn't bring herself to vent her anger.

One doesn't hit a smiling face, let alone such an adorable and exceptionally talented disciple.

Bibi Dong simply kept a straight face, neither speaking nor refusing, letting him fawn over her.

Seeing this, Xuan Hao felt a huge weight lifted from his heart. He didn't say anything, but instead massaged his legs even more vigorously, controlling the force just right.

He knows it perfectly well.

If Bibi Dong were truly angry, she wouldn't have brought him back to her palace, nor would she have wasted time talking to him here; she would have just punished him directly.

Since we brought him back and he's still kneeling here spouting nonsense, it means there's not a big problem.

When dealing with an angry woman, you should never try to reason with her.

Women are emotional creatures; their emotions come first. When a woman is angry, trying to reason with her or argue about right and wrong is like adding fuel to the fire, leading to a fight and a complete breakdown in the relationship.

At this point, you have to go with the flow.

First, calm her down, let her calm down, and soften her heart. Once she's calmed down, even if you say the earth is flat, she might smile, pat you on the head, and say, "You're right."

Trying to reason with someone who is emotional is the stupidest thing in the world.

He's not that kind of idiot.

Time passed by, second by second.

The palace was eerily quiet, with only the soft sound of Xuan Hao's small hands rubbing against the fabric.

Bibi Dong was quite uncomfortable with Xuan Hao's attentive manner. Although his small hands were delicate, the warmth of his touch made her tense nerves relax involuntarily.

"okay."

Finally, Bibi Dong reached out and pressed down on Xuan Hao's hand, which he was massaging, interrupting his actions.

She lowered her head, looking at the sly little brat with a complicated expression. Although her tone was still cold, the chilling aura had largely dissipated.

"Don't try to play the victim here."

"I'm asking you, do you even know where you went wrong?"

Xuan Hao stopped what he was doing, looked up, his playful smile vanished, and his eyes became extremely serious.

"I know."

"My mistake was that I made my sister angry."

Bibi Dong raised an eyebrow slightly, her teacup swirling gently in her hand. "Oh? So you don't think what you did at the academy was wrong? You don't think there's anything wrong with collecting protection money or being a school bully?"

“Sister.” Xuan Hao looked directly into Bibi Dong’s eyes, his voice still childish but his logic perfectly clear, “You told me that yourself that day.”

“You said that in the Spirit Hall, you are the Pope and I am your disciple.”

"You said I don't need to follow those formalities, I don't need to care about other people's opinions. In this world, I only need to listen to you."

"This is the only thing I need to remember, and the only thing I need to follow."

Xuan Hao shrugged and said with an air of matter-of-fact:

"Since I only need to listen to you, and you didn't forbid me from doing those things in the academy before, then what I did doesn't count as breaking the rules."

"But what I did made you unhappy and angry."

"This violates the supreme principle of listening to one's older sister."

"So, that was my only mistake. Everything else is unimportant."

"what……"

Looking at the child in front of her with his upturned little face and righteous expression, Bibi Dong couldn't help but laugh in exasperation.

What a silver tongue! What a shameless and illogical loop!

These words sound like an apology, but in reality, they are a disguised form of flattery, which also legitimizes his lawless behavior.