Douluo Continent: My Martial Soul is the Ten Ferocious Heavenly Horned Ant

No wonder Dongqing always looks down on the throne...

"Mom, stop thinking about it. Let's give up this unrealistic idea!" Ning Rongrong earnestly advised.

"Impossible." Xueyan shook her head.

"Mom, please don't go crazy!" Ning Rongrong said, heartbroken.

She regretted it, she really regretted it. She should have known better than to show off in front of her mother. Now she had caused a huge problem and she didn't know how to clean it up.

"Rongrong, what did you say? I'm obsessed? That's really too much. When Mom first woke up, she couldn't accept your martial spirit and said some harsh words. How can you hold such a grudge?" Xueyan narrowed her beautiful eyes.

"It really wasn't that..." Ning Rongrong said weakly.

"Don't explain. Explaining is just covering up. Rongrong, since you don't want your mother, then your mother will no longer be your mother." Xueyan said with a wave of her hand.

"No means no!" Ning Rongrong retorted angrily.

"Whatever. From now on, you go your way and I'll go mine." Xueyan's temper flared up as well.

“You will no longer be my mother!” Ning Rongrong blushed.

"You won't be my daughter anymore!" Xueyan retorted defiantly.

"Hmph!" Ning Rongrong crossed her arms.

"Hmph!" Xueyan snorted twice.

"Hmph!" Ning Rongrong retorted.

"Dongqing, look, someone is imitating a pig's squeal," Xueyan said, pointing at Ning Rongrong.

"That's ridiculous, you're saying the same thing about other people." Ning Rongrong retorted directly.

We won't mention the loving mother and daughter Xueyan and Ning Rongrong, nor will we mention Dongqing, who's just sitting on the sidelines eating melon seeds and watching the show.

the other side.

Wuhun City, the Pope's Palace.

In a small but cozy room, Hu Liena leaned against Bibi Dong, the two of them looking like a mother and daughter, so harmonious.

What has Xiaoqing been up to lately?

Bibi Dong held a gilded memorial in her hand. As she spoke, she carefully examined the memorial, which contained information about personnel changes at a certain Martial Soul Branch Hall.

Personnel transfers for ordinary deacons of the Spirit Hall would naturally not trouble her; personnel transfers that would require the attention of Her Majesty the Pope are generally at the bishop level.

"I heard she's hanging out with those three little vixens from the Heavenly Dou Royal Academy. They're all lovey-dovey all the time. Ugh, they're just three shameless bastards."

Hu Liena looked unhappy. As Dong Qing's only senior sister and childhood sweetheart, she was annoyed by the women around Dong Qing and wished she could burn them all to death.

“This isn’t the first time Xiaoqing has done this. There’s no need for her to be jealous every day,” Bibi Dong said without looking up.

"Teacher, I understand this principle, but it's still so annoying. Xiaoqing is surrounded by more and more women, and our status as master and disciple will only get lower and lower in the future."

Hu Liena, dressed in a white and gold fitted cheongsam, clutched her enormous breasts, her brows furrowed with annoyance and worry.

What bothered her was that Dongqing was surrounded by more and more women, and what worried her was that Dongqing might gradually lose interest in her and she would become a widow alone in the future.

"Let's not talk about us, teacher... cough cough, anyway Nana, remember this, Xiaoqing is not the kind of heartless person, she would never do such a heartless thing."

When she spoke of herself, Bibi Dong couldn't help but cough to cover up her embarrassment.

Even though Hu Liena had already seen through her relationship with Dongqing's jockey, Miezhu, she still couldn't help but blush every time she talked about it in front of Hu Liena.

Without him.

She was the teacher, and Dongqing was the apprentice, but she, as the teacher, had committed such an unforgivable act against her apprentice. She truly had no face to speak eloquently in front of Hu Liena.

“Teacher, I’m not afraid that Xiaoqing is heartless and ungrateful, but I’m mainly afraid that he will be deceived by those beautiful women,” Hu Liena explained.

"Ha, he was deceived by those beauties? Nana, you still don't know Xiaoqing well enough. Don't be fooled by the fact that he always makes you the knight when we change jobs in private. Dongqing is a very opinionated man and he would never be deceived by those beauties."

Bibi Dong put down the memorial in her hand. She had finished her official business for the day and could now have a good discussion with her eldest disciple, Hu Liena, about her youngest disciple, Dong Qing.

"Teacher? What do you mean by that? How do you know about the knights? Are you spying on me every time...?"

Before he could finish speaking...

Bibi Dong reached out and sealed Hu Liena's red lips with hers before she slowly began to speak.

“Nana, don’t say things like that. I wasn’t spying. You are all my disciples. I was watching openly and honestly. If you didn’t notice, that’s your own problem,” Bibi Dong said seriously.

"Isn't this just peeping..." Hu Liena's mouth was sealed shut by Bibi Dong again, her beautiful eyes filled with speechlessness.

“If a teacher cares about his disciple, can that be called spying? It can only be called caring!” Bibi Dong said in an unquestionable tone.

.....

Time ticked by, and soon it was night.

The moon is bright and the stars are few; the bright moon hangs high in the sky.

Under the bright moonlight, the vast Wuhun City was dazzling. As the leading large city on the continent, its status was even higher than that of Xingluo City and Tiandou City.

In the very center of Wuhun City, within the sprawling palace complex of the Papal Palace, in the third room of Bibi Dong's private courtyard, the lights were still on.

"Knock knock knock!" A knocking sound rang out on the door.

"Come in," Bibi Dong replied casually.

next second.

The door was gently pushed open by a pair of clean and strong hands, and a very familiar figure appeared behind her, reaching out to tightly hug her supple and strong waist.

"Teacher, your favorite little apprentice, Dongqing, is back."

Dongqing caught a whiff of her familiar scent and unconsciously nuzzled against her neck.

"Are you a little kid? Trying to act all cute with your teacher!"

Bibi Dong nestled quietly in Dong Qing's arms, her mind devoid of any will to resist, wanting only to savor this rare moment together.

"Whether it's small or not, don't you know, teacher?" Dong Qing shrugged indifferently.

"Xiaoqing, you've really gone astray, spouting vulgarities. You're asking for it!" Bibi Dong turned around, reaching out to strike, but ultimately didn't.

"Let's not talk about this, teacher. I have an idea, but I'm not sure if I should say it." Dongqing grabbed the hand in front of him that seemed about to strike but was hesitant to do so.

"Just say what you need to say," Bibi Dong said nonchalantly.

It wasn't that she didn't care about Dongqing, but rather that she didn't care about what Dongqing was saying, because she didn't believe that anything in this world could be more important than Dongqing himself.

"Well... as you know, teacher, I've been invited to ascend to heaven to become a god-king. A while ago, the benevolent god-king made me temporarily inherit the identity of the evil god-king, so I've been researching things like god-given soul rings."

Speaking of it.

Dong Qing paused for a moment, then continued, "However, the creation of divinely bestowed soul rings has always been very difficult. So far, the highest lifespan of the divinely bestowed soul rings I have been able to create is only about nine thousand years."

"In other words, if the divinely bestowed soul ring I create is absorbed by someone, it can at most give that person a thousand-year soul ring, and automatically generate a soul skill that matches the characteristics of their own martial soul based on the characteristics of that person's martial soul."

“I was thinking that I definitely wouldn’t be able to create my own million-year soul ring or the hundred-thousand-year soul ring that you need, teacher, in a short time. So, why don’t we just give away these low-level divinely bestowed soul rings?”

This is what Dongqing was thinking...

These low-quality, divinely bestowed spirit rings are a waste if they are simply thrown away. It's better to make the most of them and use them to help ordinary spirit masters who are unable to hunt for spirit rings.

Not everyone is like Tang San, Dai Mubai, or Ma Hongjun, who either have cheat codes or have a dean at the level of a seven-ring Soul Saint or an eight-ring Soul Douluo helping them hunt soul beasts.

Many ordinary soul masters simply don't have the ability to hunt soul beasts on their own. Take Su Yuntao, for example. He doesn't want to absorb the lowest-level white soul ring, but he also doesn't want to die in the mouth of a soul beast.

"A reward?" Bibi Dong frowned, her beautiful brows furrowing.

"Here's the thing, I want to take these low-quality divinely bestowed spirit rings and reward them to ordinary deacons of the Spirit Hall and some commoner spirit masters who are not capable of hunting spirit beasts on their own," Dong Qing explained.

“Xiao Qing, it’s our Spirit Hall’s business to reward the deacons with these low-quality God-given Soul Rings. No matter how we handle it internally, others can’t say anything. But if we give them out to reward those commoner Soul Masters, it will probably easily cause gossip.”

Bibi Dong spoke calmly and slowly. She was very clear about one thing: human nature is actually quite base.

The problem is not scarcity, but inequality.

Rewards include divinely bestowed spirit rings, even if they are of poor quality. They are still divinely bestowed spirit rings, allowing a spirit master to obtain a spirit ring and spirit skill that best suits their spirit characteristics without any danger.

This is not as simple as a Gold Soul Coin subsidy. As long as you are willing to register with the Spirit Hall, basically every commoner Soul Master has the opportunity to receive their own Gold Soul Coin subsidy.

Even though Dong Qing wouldn't want any of these divinely bestowed soul rings, their quantity is ultimately limited. With so many commoner soul masters, there will always be those who don't get one. When that happens, those who don't get one will maliciously slander Dong Qing.

Bibi Dong didn't want anyone to criticize Dong Qing, otherwise she wouldn't be able to resist sending those ungrateful wretches to their deaths.

at this time.

Upon hearing what his teacher Bibi Dong said, Dong Qing thought about it seriously.

A few seconds later.

Dong Qing spoke up, "The complexity of human nature is beyond my imagination... Teacher, I didn't consider things thoroughly enough. In that case, let's just reward the ordinary deacons of the Spirit Hall."

“This isn’t your fault, Xiaoqing. That’s human nature. It’s not something you or I can change. You can’t possibly spend day and night creating divinely bestowed soul rings just for these commoner soul masters,” Bibi Dong comforted her.

"Teacher, what if I could create divinely bestowed soul rings day and night without stopping?" Dong Qing subconsciously touched his chin.

Honestly.

Thanks to his past life, in the Super God Universe, when he was a child and still poor, he spent most of his time playing games and doing manual labor.

He actually had a good tolerance for the tedious and boring task of creating divinely bestowed soul rings, and didn't feel bored at all.

of course.

The current Dongqing is unlikely to be doing manual labor, even if he returns to the Super God Universe. He will only let others know what the power of spending money really is.

"If you really do this, Xiaoqing, and waste your precious time on these things, I will slaughter all these commoner soul masters who are dragging you down."

Bibi Dong's seemingly joking words sent a chill down Dong Qing's spine.

"Teacher, you must be joking!"

"Xiaoqing, you can give it a try."

The topic has ended.

Whether Bibi Dong was joking or not, Dong Qing would never do something so idiotic.

He has goodness in his heart, but he is by no means a saint.

the reason is simple.

Human nature is pathetic; things given away for free don't seem precious. Take the Spirit Hall's gold soul coin allowance, for example—Dong Qing has always wanted to complain about it.