In Douluo Continent, the Pope used me as a substitute for my first love.

Chapter 4 Don't call me Dong'er!

"Squeak—"

When Wang Zhao pushed open the door and walked into the courtyard, it was midday.

According to what I learned from Bibi Dong, two full days have passed since he was knocked unconscious and kidnapped in Notting City.

"I wonder if Old John is alright..."

Wang Zhao looked at the flowers, plants, and potted plants in the courtyard and sighed softly.

He awakened at the age of three, or rather, time-traveled, so it was impossible for him to develop any deep affection for Old John. However, the kindness of those three years of upbringing and the respect for Old John were etched in his heart.

Thinking of this, Wang Zhao found a black-clad maid sitting cross-legged in a dark corner and asked her with an innocent expression:

"Sister Butterfly, how is Grandpa John doing?"

Die was arranged by Bibi Dong to be Wang Zhao's teacher in cultivating his martial spirit when she was unavailable. She was also the housekeeper and security personnel of this mansion.

Butterfly opened her obsidian-like, gleaming eyes, glanced calmly at Wang Zhao, assuming he was still under the influence of a hallucination, and said indifferently:

"Don't worry, Your Highness... Your teacher is a big shot even in this Spirit City. After he takes you in, your grandfather will naturally have someone to take care of you."

"Oh, thank you, Sister Butterfly."

Wang Zhao nodded, realizing that the person in front of him was a man of few words and a reserved nature, so he didn't disturb him further and left quietly.

According to what Bibi Dong said before she left, she would start teaching him cultivation tomorrow, so Wang Zhao didn't have much to do at the moment. After thinking for a while, he informed the people at home and then went to wander around Wuhun City by himself.

However, it was less of a stroll and more of an outing to familiarize themselves with the terrain.

At this moment, Die opened her eyes again, gazing intently at Wang Zhao's departing figure. With a flash, she followed him from a distance…

Throughout Wuhun City, patrolling knight teams can be seen everywhere.

Although Wang Zhao came with the intention of getting to know this unfamiliar city, he was no different from any other six-year-old child walking on the street, full of curiosity yet reserved.

Just then, he suddenly heard a lively commotion coming from a tavern on the side of the street. His eyes darted around, and he jogged into the tavern, quietly blending in.

No one would care about a six-year-old child behaving "sleazy," let alone the people chatting happily in the tavern.

They spoke freely, and at the foot of the Papal Palace, they tacitly avoided sensitive topics, but no one cared about their casual conversations or boasting.

For Wang Zhao, this was also a good place to gather information; he needed to confirm some things as soon as possible, such as the timeline.

This is, after all, related to his plans for the future.

This tavern did not disappoint Wang Zhao. Before long, he heard several rough men at the next table loudly discussing the matter of His Holiness the current Pope Qian Xunji ordering a nationwide manhunt for Tang Hao, one of the "Haotian Twin Stars".

As for the reason, it is said that the "traitor" Tang Hao colluded with soul beasts in an attempt to harm human society.

This gave Wang Zhao a jolt, and after thinking about it, he quickly understood many things.

For example, a certain god-king who will rule all ages in the future probably hasn't been born yet at this time.

Bibi Dong is expected to "kill her husband" and take over as the new pope of the Spirit Hall within two years.

Qian Renxue should be around nine years old at this time.

As for himself, he has at least seven years of development and time to plan.

If we also include the time Tang San spent in the beginner village of Notting City, it would be thirteen years.

After all, it was only when the Seven Devils gathered at Shrek Academy in Soto City that the "dream" truly began.

Thirteen years...

Without any cheat codes, what should I do?

Wang Zhao calmed down.

Everything is difficult at the beginning, so we must start by laying a solid foundation. Let's study hard first.

With that thought in mind, he left the tavern, wandered around the neighborhood a few more times, and then returned home.

Back at the mansion.

Wang Zhao couldn't wait to enter the room that Bibi Dong had arranged for him. After searching around, he found several books, all about the basic knowledge of Soul Masters, such as "A Clever Method to Identify the Age of Soul Beasts", "Basic Meditation Methods and Breathing Applications", and "The Self-Cultivation of Soul Masters", etc.

Oh... and also, a relatively well-preserved copy of "The Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul".

Among them, Wang Zhao particularly values ​​professional cultivation manuals like "Meditation Methods." Although much of the knowledge is difficult to understand on its own, that's only true for an average six-year-old child. Having been honed by countless online novels in his previous life, Wang Zhao has no shortage of imagination. Even if he doesn't understand something, he can grasp it through analogy. In this respect, he can be considered a genius.

Even if you've never eaten pork, you've at least seen pigs run.

……

evening.

Bibi Dong arrived silently and saw Wang Zhao engrossed in reading a book. A familiar figure seemed to overlap with her own image, causing her to momentarily lose herself in thought. Suddenly, she asked:

Do you enjoy reading?

Wang Zhao's body stiffened, as if startled, and he looked at Bibi Dong before letting out a sigh of relief and greeting her:

"Sister Dong'er, when did you come in?"

"What...did you call me?"

Bibi Dong frowned subconsciously.

"Sister Dong'er, Grandpa John once said that when you see someone young and pretty, you should call them 'sister'..."

As she spoke, Wang Zhao's innocent expression suddenly froze. She scratched her head and muttered as if troubled:

"Oh, but since you're my teacher now, I should call you Teacher Dong'er."

"...Don't call me Dong'er!"

"Okay, Teacher Dong'er, no problem, Teacher Dong'er."

Wang Zhao smiled sheepishly and assured him.

"..."

Bibi Dong was starting to regret the name "Wang Dong'er" she had given to the alias when she was infatuated. Looking at Wang Zhao's innocent and naive appearance, she couldn't bring herself to be angry with the little boy and could only sigh helplessly.

"Fine, whatever."

"Then I'll still call you Sister Dong'er."

Wang Zhao, taking advantage of the situation, maintained his憨憨 (simple and honest) smile.

Why?

"Because Sister Dong'er is so beautiful, calling you 'teacher' would make you sound old."

Bibi Dong remained silent, neither accepting nor objecting to the title.

Wang Zhao accepted the offer, and couldn't help but wonder, is this Conan's happiness?

Creating a secondary account is so satisfying!

Afterwards, Bibi Dong asked again, "You still haven't answered me. Do you really enjoy reading?"

"yes."

Wang Zhao nodded as if it were the most natural thing in the world. This wasn't an act; since no one knew about his past life, no one in this strange world could understand how much he longed for such extraordinary power to be his own.

Therefore, even if his martial soul is golden scales, and even if his innate soul power is only half a level, he will seize any opportunity he has.

Thinking of this, Wang Zhao gazed at Bibi Dong, the future goddess, and continued:

"I think books are the ladder of human progress. Whether you are a gifted genius or a useless person, you can always find your own answers in books."

Upon hearing this, Bibi Dong's eyes widened slightly, and she suddenly felt that she couldn't quite see through this six-year-old boy.

It's worth noting that Yu Xiaogang didn't have this awareness back then; he only started studying the theory after her suggestion.

Bibi Dong's change was actually within Wang Zhao's expectations. After all, he could pretend to be young, but he wouldn't pretend to be unintelligent.

After all, judging from his innate soul power, he was already a waste. If he didn't show something that would make people look at him differently, why would anyone take notice of him?

That evening.

Bibi Dong stayed at the mansion to have dinner with Wang Zhao before leaving. She had her own residence, but choosing to keep Wang Zhao here like a mistress was neither right nor wrong...

(End of this chapter)