Chapter 37: Bingbing, One of the Three Great Kings of the Extreme North: The Ice Empress!
Lin Qingmo and Xiao Wu wandered around Suo Tuo City for a long while.
By the time lanterns lit up the streets and they returned to the hotel to rest, night had already quietly descended.
Just as they stepped onto the staircase covered with red carpet, an enraged, suppressed roar came from behind them.
"Why is it that when it's my turn, there's suddenly no room left?! Are you deliberately making things difficult for me?!"
Lin Qingmo's steps paused slightly.
Xiao Wu also turned back in surprise.
They saw Tang San standing at the front desk, his face so dark it looked like water could drip from it.
His chest heaved violently, bloodshot eyes glaring furiously.
Earlier, witnessing Lin Qingmo and Xiao Wu "sharing a room" had already set his jealousy ablaze.
And now—he couldn't even book a single room himself!
It was like pouring another bucket of oil onto his already raging fire.
The receptionist wore a helpless expression and patiently explained,
"Sir, I'm truly sorry. All rooms have already been booked."
"There really are many guests tonight."
"Lies!"
Tang San slammed his palm onto the marble counter.
His soul power surged out of control, making the vase on the desk tremble slightly.
"I clearly saw vacant rooms displayed! Are you looking down on me?!"
Convinced he was being deliberately targeted, his gaze turned icy and cutting.
Just as the receptionist stood there, flustered and at a loss—
A loud, domineering voice rang out from the hotel entrance.
"That room is reserved by this young master. Who's blind enough to try and snatch it?"
The voice carried innate arrogance and unquestionable dominance.
Everyone turned toward the sound.
A tall, broad-shouldered blond youth strolled in, an arm around each of two beauties.
He wore a well-tailored white combat outfit that outlined his muscular physique.
On either side clung twin beauties with nearly identical looks, their movements intimate and casual.
Their clothing was bold and revealing, soft bodies pressed close, eyes seductive and inviting.
But what left the deepest impression were the youth's eyes—One blue, one red.
Heterochromatic pupils that exuded an effortlessly wicked charm with every glance.
"The Evil-Eyed White Tiger, Dai Mubai!"
Lin Qingmo's eyes lit up as he thought inwardly.
Although the plot had deviated, the classic scene still arrived right on schedule!
With a flicker of thought, a chat-group interface invisible to others unfolded before his eyes.
His fingers moved rapidly as he snapped a photo of the scene.
[Dad Douluo]: Family! Hurry and watch! Classic iconic scene—live broadcast! Little punk is directly clashing with the Lewd-Eyed White Tiger! The tension is off the charts!
[Dad Douluo]: [Image]
The photo froze the moment of confrontation between Tang San's gloomy side profile and Dai Mubai's arrogant stance.
Maximum dramatic impact.
Before anyone in the group could respond—
A rapid series of crisp system notifications exploded inside Lin Qingmo's mind.
[Ding! "Bingbing" has joined the chat group!]
[Ding! "Little Witch" has joined the chat group!]
[Ding! "Big-Chested Kitty" has joined the chat group!]
[Ding! "Ice and Snow Maiden" has joined the chat group!]
Four extremely familiar nicknames leapt into view.
Lin Qingmo froze for a second—they're here too?!
These four all had vastly different personalities.
Bingbing was proud and sharp-tongued, always eager to nitpick.
Little Witch was mischievous and clever, full of bizarre ideas—and secretly black-bellied.
Big-Chested Kitty was icy and aloof, yet oddly airheaded.
Ice and Snow Maiden lived up to her name—cold, taciturn, but every sentence razor-sharp.
[Dad Douluo]: Holy crap! It's you guys!
[Dad Douluo]: Perfect timing—welcome to the "Real Douluo Continent" livestream! I'm in Suo Tuo City watching a show right now. Come join me!
After firing off messages at lightning speed, he activated the group livestream, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.
Spirit City.
Pope's Palace.
The grand hall was vast and dim.
Massive stone pillars stood in silent rows, holding up a ceiling painted with magnificent murals.
Bibi Dong reclined lazily upon the supreme throne.
Her violet eyes were half-lidded.
Her fingers tapped rhythmically against the armrest, producing cold, measured sounds.
The chat-group interface quietly unfolded within her consciousness.
The sudden appearance of four new members made her tapping abruptly stop.
Her purple eyes snapped open, a sharp gleam flashing within.
This mysterious chat group was unfathomable in origin, its functions bizarre.
Now, without warning, four unknown entities had joined—
She could not help but be wary.
Below the throne stood a slender, graceful young woman.
She had short, radiant golden hair.
Her features were exquisitely sculpted, a natural allure flowing between her brows.
She was Bibi Dong's direct disciple—Hu Liena.
She keenly sensed the subtle change in her teacher's aura.
"Teacher?"
Hu Liena spoke softly, her voice gentle and alluring.
"Are you feeling unwell? Shall Nana prepare some calming tea for you?"
Bibi Dong's gaze shifted slightly, settling on her beloved disciple's concerned face.
The probing sharpness deep in her eyes faded, replaced by calm composure.
"It's nothing."
Her voice remained authoritative, tinged with a faint, deliberate weariness.
"I'm feeling a bit tired today. Nana, you may withdraw first."
"We'll discuss the remaining matters tomorrow."
"Yes, Teacher. Please take good care of yourself."
Though doubts lingered in her heart, Hu Liena dared not ask further.
She bowed respectfully and exited the hall with light steps.
The massive doors closed silently, sealing the chamber.
The moment they shut, the trace of weariness vanished from Bibi Dong's face.
Her violet eyes returned to the glowing interface, sharp as icy blades.
She wanted to see for herself—
Just who these uninvited guests truly were.
Suo Tuo City.
Inside an ordinary inn room.
A breathtaking black-haired girl was preparing to rest.
Her long, straight hair cascaded down her back, pitch-black and glossy.
Her figure was breathtakingly curvaceous.
In the dim light, her jet-black eyes gleamed like the most agile feline pupils.
Suddenly, a pale-blue interface popped up before her eyes without any warning.
[Ding! You have been invited to join the "Douluo Continent Fan Group"!]
Zhu Zhuqing's body stiffened instantly, pupils contracting sharply.
"Who's there?!"
She shouted while instantly activating her martial soul.
The phantom of the Hell Spirit Cat flashed behind her.
Sharp claws extended from her fingertips, soul power surging violently, her aura turning lethal.
Her tense gaze swept rapidly across every corner of the room.
No one.
There were no soul power fluctuations, no hidden presence.
Yet the interface before her was undeniably real, text still scrolling.
"Douluo Continent Fan Group?"
Zhu Zhuqing frowned deeply, her expression icy.
"Playing tricks!"
Without hesitation, she gathered soul power in her claws and slashed fiercely at the screen!
A sharp gale swept past—
But it was like striking emptiness.
The interface didn't even ripple.
Zhu Zhuqing's heart sank. She withdrew her claws and stepped back.
"..."
The feeling of being watched by some unknown existence sent a chill down her spine, unease spreading like a shadow.
The Extreme North.
The continent's eternal frozen kingdom.
A boundless icefield.
A thousand miles of ice.
Ten thousand miles of drifting snow.
Howling winds carried shards of hardened snow, screaming like countless wailing spirits.
Between heaven and earth lay only endless white, monotonous and lifeless.
The extreme cold was enough to slow the flow of soul power itself.
A murderous, desolate aura filled every inch of space—humanity's forbidden zone.
Snow several meters thick blanketed everything.
Occasionally, extremely cold-resistant soul beasts moved cautiously across the land, not daring to make a sound—
As if afraid of waking the ancient sovereign slumbering here.
The core region of the Extreme North was layered with ice thousands of meters thick, locked in eternal frost.
This was the most terrifying area of the Extreme North—
The dominion of the Extreme North Emperors.
"WHO DARES?!!"
A soul-shaking roar suddenly erupted!
The roar carried supreme pressure, sweeping outward in a terrifying wave!
The thousand-mile icefield trembled violently!
Countless ten-thousand-year ice sheets shattered into horrifying spiderweb cracks!
Thick snow was blasted into the sky, forming a blinding white snowstorm!
Within several kilometers, all soul beasts—regardless of age—collapsed to the ground.
Their souls nearly fled their bodies as they trembled, not daring to make even a whimper.
At the source of the roar stood a colossal ice crystal scorpion, shaped like an enormous emerald pendant.
Its entire body looked as if it had been carved from the purest blue crystal, flowing with jade-like brilliance.
Eight scorpion legs stood like pillars of frozen steel, barbed with savage spikes, plunged deep into the ice.
Its tail was no ordinary scorpion's tail.
Instead, it was composed of sections resembling imperial jade, exquisitely magnificent.
At the tip, a crystalline stinger gleamed with lethal frost capable of freezing souls themselves.
One of the Three Great Kings of the Extreme North, second-ranked among them, with a cultivation of three hundred and eighty thousand years—
The Ice Jade Scorpion— the Ice Empress!
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