Douluo Continent: The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda? A Soul Beast Pagoda!

Chapter 29 So what was the second lesson you learned?

"Jiang Bai! Come to the back mountain!"

The telepathic message carried an unquestionable commanding tone, instantly sending chills down his spine.

Jiang Bai suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Soul power transmission? That voice is—————

Who could it be so late?

He frowned, his mind racing.

A name flashed into his mind, sending a chill down his spine.

To go or not to go?

Jiang Bai gritted his teeth, a resolute glint in his eyes.

He straightened his clothes, pushed open the dormitory door, and silently disappeared into the night.

Jiang Bai quickly moved forward following the direction from which the voice transmission came.

He navigated through the darkness, relying on his familiarity with the terrain of the back mountain over the years.

After passing through the forest area behind the mountain, the view suddenly opened up ahead.

A clearing appeared before us, with a wide river running along its edge, its waters gleaming darkly in the moonlight.

Looking along the river, a huge waterfall can be seen not far away, with the roar of the water clearly audible.

Beyond the waterfall lies the boundless, dark outline of the Starry Sky Forest, resembling a lurking beast in the night.

This is the boundary between the back mountain and the outer forest, and students rarely come this far on weekdays.

Jiang Bai stopped and looked around warily.

The only sounds in the open space were the rustling of the wind through the grass and the muffled roar of the waterfall in the distance.

"Senior, what brings you to Jiang Bai so late at night?"

He asked in a loud voice, which echoed across the empty riverbank.

His response was the sound of high heels clicking on the ground.

Da, da, da.

The sound came from the shadows of the forest, unhurried and steady, each step precise and steady, carrying a certain composure of being in control of everything.

The sound was exceptionally clear in the quiet night, each note like a hammer blow to Jiang Bai's heart.

A figure slowly emerged from the shadows.

Moonlight shone through the gaps in the clouds at just the right moment, illuminating the face of the newcomer and his signature long robe.

The magnificent scepter gleamed with a dark luster in her hand.

Bibi Dong!

Jiang Bai's pupils suddenly contracted, and all the muscles in his body tensed up instantly.

Despite having suspected it beforehand, actually seeing the Pope of the Spirit Hall appear in the back mountain late at night still made his blood almost freeze.

He forced himself to calm down, quickly bowed, and tried to keep his voice steady: "Greetings, Your Holiness the Pope!"

Bibi Dong did not respond immediately.

She walked slowly to a stop about ten meters in front of Jiang Bai, a distance that was neither too far nor too close.

The moonlight shone on her stunningly beautiful yet icy face, her purple eyes devoid of any warmth, only unfathomable darkness.

She stared at Jiang Bai silently for a few seconds, then a sarcastic smile suddenly appeared on her lips.

"But I feel," she said slowly, her voice colder than the night wind, "that you don't seem to take me seriously at all."

Before she finished speaking, she gently tapped the scepter in her hand against the ground.

There was no loud noise, no flying dust, but an immense and suffocating force swept in like a real tsunami!

Jiang Bai groaned and his body slid backward a few steps uncontrollably, carving two shallow trenches in the soil beneath his feet.

He felt as if a mountain was pressing down on his chest.

Cold sweat instantly broke out on my forehead, and the fabric of my clothes clung tightly to my skin on the back.

This is the oppressive aura of a Title Douluo—

He forced a smile, his voice trembling slightly from the pressure.

"Not at all, not at all! This student has always held His Holiness the Pope in his heart!"

"Oh?" Bibi Dong raised an eyebrow, her tone even more sarcastic. "Keep it to yourself?"

"The first social lesson students learn is loyalty and righteousness!" Jiang Bai said quickly, his brain racing, trying to find a glimmer of hope.

"Your Holiness the Pope's nurturing grace is something I will never forget!"

These words sounded so grand and dignified that even he himself found them hypocritical.

But in a life-or-death situation, any words that can buy time and create an opportunity are worth trying.

Bibi Dong let out a disdainful snort.

She took a step forward, and the oppressive aura intensified even further.

Jiang Bai's knees buckled, and he almost collapsed to the ground, only managing to hold on by sheer willpower.

"Then let me ask you," Bibi Dong narrowed her eyes, a dangerous glint flashing in her purple pupils, "what about the second lesson you learned about society?"

Lesson Two?

The second lesson, of course, is forgetting your roots!

But would he dare to say that now?

"Student—" Jiang Bai swallowed, his throat dry and sore, "Student's experience is limited, and he has not yet grasped—"

"Haven't grasped it yet?" Bibi Dong repeated these four words, the corners of her mouth turning cruel and cold. "Very well."

She paused, then her voice suddenly turned stern: "I will make you understand now!"

Before he finished speaking, the oppressive aura that had been enveloping Jiang Bai suddenly surged!

It's no longer a tentative suppression, but a full-scale explosion!

The terrifying aura of a Title Douluo poured out like a raging sea without reservation!

"puff-

—

Jiang Bai spat out a mouthful of blood, his body feeling as if he had been struck by an invisible giant hammer, and he flew backward!

He managed to adjust his posture in mid-air, and rolled several times upon landing to dissipate the force. He spat out a mouthful of blood, his chest and abdomen churning with blood and qi, and his internal organs felt as if they had shifted, causing excruciating pain.

Before he could catch his breath, a purple shadow flashed before his eyes!

Bibi Dong's figure appeared in front of him like a ghost, so fast that Jiang Bai had no time to react!

She didn't even use any soul skills; she simply raised her fist and punched Jiang Bai in the chest!

"Bang!"

A fist slammed into his chest, and Jiang Bai heard the crisp sound of his ribs breaking.

The excruciating pain instantly overwhelmed all his senses, and he was thrown backward again, crashing heavily into an ancient tree and snapping it in two.

"I'm so hungry!"

Jiang Bai collapsed to the ground, blood gushing from his mouth.

My vision began to blur, and my ears were ringing.

Am I going to die?

No—I can't die—

The instinct to survive overwhelmed everything.

Jiang Bai struggled to lift his head, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes.

He no longer hesitated, nor did he hide anything—in the face of absolute death, no secret mattered anymore.

"The Seven-Jeweled Glazed Tile Pagoda—!"

With a low growl, a dazzling light burst forth from his palm!

The tower's body gleams like glass, and it is breathtakingly beautiful under the moonlight.

But what truly made Bibi Dong's pupils shrink was the three soul rings that slowly rotated around the tower.

Purple, purple, purple.

Three deep purple soul rings, like three magnificent star halos, made the pagoda appear even more mysterious and noble.

This completely defies common sense in the world of Soul Masters!

How could the first and second spirit rings possibly be a thousand years old?!

Bibi Dong's breath caught in her throat for a moment.

Countless images flashed through her mind in an instant.

Holding the notebook, Yu Xiaogang spoke animatedly about his "Ten Core Competencies Theory".

He confidently declared that the limit for a Soul Master's first Soul Ring is four hundred and twenty-three years.

And now, this twelve-year-old boy in front of him has shattered his lifelong persistence with three purple soul rings.

Is Xiaogang's argument wrong?

No—impossible—

That can only be—