Barely Becoming a Titled Douluo, and the Counterattack System Arrives

In Douluo Continent, innate soul power determined one's potential—it was a person's ceiling.

Normally, someone with the innate soul power of six could, at most, reach the rank of Soul Douluo.

Only those with an innate soul power of seven or above had even the slimmest chance of stepping into the realm of Title Douluo.

Thus, upon learning that Lin Fan had reached the Title Douluo level despite his mere level-six innate soul power, Bibi Dong was truly shocked.

"Oh? Then give me a reason why I should return to Spirit Hall with you," Lin Fan replied calmly, elegantly pouring himself a cup of tea.

Bibi Dong coldly snorted. "Hmph. Don't think I can't see your little scheme. I bet you've got your eye on Qian Renxue's talent, haven't you?"

"Planning to turn the Angel Clan from 'Qian' to 'Lin—from their surname to yours."

"Or maybe that's not your main goal, but even if it isn't, as long as you're outside, you can still interfere with my plans anytime you like."

"Tell me, Lin Fan—what exactly are you plotting?"

Lin Fan chuckled lightly. "What you said makes perfect sense. Turning the Angel Clan's surname from 'Qian' to 'Lin... Hmm, it does have a nice ring to it."

"Now that you've mentioned it, Your Holiness, I must admit—it's quite tempting. I can't believe I hadn't thought of it before."

Bibi Dong's eyes narrowed, and she issued a chilling warning. "Don't think I'm joking. Yes, you may be a Title Douluo now—but you know full well that you're no match for me."

Lin Fan calmly nodded. "Indeed, with your divine inheritance, even though you're currently only at the level of a Rank-98 Title Douluo, I wouldn't stand a chance against you."

"But if you came here just to drag me back for the sake of your divine trial, then I'm afraid you'll be disappointed—I can't help you with that."

Bibi Dong froze for a moment. His words stirred memories from more than a decade ago, when he had spoken similar words to her.

"Talent and mediocrity—two worlds apart. If you insist on being with him, you're headed for tragedy. He will betray you, and you will face the darkest tribulations of your life."

Back then, Bibi Dong had sneered at Lin Fan's warning. Only later did she realize—he had been frighteningly accurate. Her regret had come too late.

Taking a deep breath, Bibi Dong said coldly, "So, you do know. Even the old monster Qian Daoliu only suspects—but you know for certain. That makes it even more impossible for me to let you remain free."

Lin Fan shook his head. "So you're saying you'd tear me away from Tang Yuehua, make me leave my wife behind? Who'll be responsible for that? You?"

Bibi Dong chuckled. "As far as I know, after you left Spirit City, you visited both the Clear Sky Sect and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan. I believe Tang Yuehua was merely an unexpected variable in your plans."

"Like you said before—talent and mediocrity don't mix. She can't cultivate. If you were truly thinking of passing on your legacy, she wouldn't be your main choice."

"So, if you return to Spirit Hall, I can introduce Elder Ling Yuan to you. With her talent, I'm sure your union would produce remarkable offspring."

Ling Yuan… Lin Fan had indeed seen her once at Spirit City. She was a short-haired, sharp-tongued woman with an explosive temper and an obsessive hunger for power and fame.

Most importantly, she was nearly twenty years older than he.

Lin Fan rolled his eyes. "Bibi Dong, you're being shameless here. You know how old she is! Why not introduce your little fox disciple to me instead?"

"But now that you mention it… Having a little angel baby with Qian Renxue doesn't sound half bad either…" Lin Fan muttered as he rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

Sitting just across the tea table, Bibi Dong naturally heard every word with her level of cultivation.

"So? Do you like little spider babies too?" Bibi Dong's voice grew ice-cold as she suddenly stood, her gaze sharp and piercing.

Lin Fan looked up, only to see eight terrifying spider legs sprouting from Bibi Dong's back—her Death Spider Emperor martial soul fully revealed.

Leaning back casually, Lin Fan spread his arms with a smirk. "If it's with Your Holiness… I wouldn't exactly refuse."

"You think I wouldn't dare kill you?" Bibi Dong's figure blurred. In the blink of an eye, she was right before him, grabbing him by the collar and lifting him off his seat with terrifying ease.

Unfazed, Lin Fan replied, "You won't."

"Oh? You're that sure?" she pressed.

"I'm certain," Lin Fan's gaze remained steady. He possessed the Killing God Domain—he could sense her murderous intent, and though she was angry, it wasn't lethal.

Bibi Dong's cold glare softened slightly. She let go, allowing Lin Fan to fall back into his seat.

"You're right. I don't intend to kill you now," she said, retracting her spider legs. "Because you're still useful to me. You'd best treasure the little value you have left."

"Now answer me—will my plan succeed? Will I pass my divine trial and become a god?"

Lin Fan gazed calmly at the determined woman before him and advised, "Why cling so desperately to a future that hasn't arrived? The future is uncertain precisely because it hasn't happened yet. Focus on the present instead—cherish what you have now. That's the only way to embrace the future."

"As for your divine trial… if I'm not mistaken, it's from an evil-aligned deity. I'll give you one piece of advice—don't take on the trial with hatred in your heart."

"Even if you succeed, you'll only end up as a puppet enslaved by evil."

"So you do know everything about my future…" Bibi Dong's lips curled into a strange smile.

Then, to Lin Fan's surprise, she did something utterly unexpected.

She lifted her skirt slightly and straddled his lap, planting herself firmly on his thighs. Her hands pressed against his chest as she wrapped her fingers around his neck.

"Forget about telling me my future," she said, her voice dripping with seduction. "Just tell me how to survive my divine trial."

The scene was undeniably intimate. Bibi Dong's posture was highly suggestive—kneeling on the sofa with her knees on either side of him, her lifted skirt revealing her long, pale thighs.

Seeing this, Lin Fan froze for a moment—then smirked, his hands brazenly caressing her exposed thighs.

Narrowing his eyes, Lin Fan chuckled. "Your Holiness, if I tell you… How do you plan to repay me?"

Bibi Dong's smile turned sultry. "I'll reward you by letting my Death Spider Emperor devour your soul, fusing you with me as a celebratory sacrifice when I become a god."

"Becoming one with a god—what an honor, wouldn't you say?"

"Heh. Well, thanks, but no thanks." Lin Fan wisely withdrew his hands from her thighs.

"This is your divine trial. No one else can help you. Like I said earlier—don't take the trial with hatred toward Spirit Hall or the common people."

"That's the only advice I can offer."

Seeing that she wouldn't get anything more from him, Bibi Dong finally got off his lap.

She returned to her seat opposite him and continued, "Then what about Qian Renxue's plan? Will it succeed?"

"Whether it succeeds or fails doesn't matter," Lin Fan replied calmly. "What matters is that Spirit Hall has no experience governing common folk."

"Maintaining the current balance is the best option."

Spirit Hall was founded to serve soul masters. If it does destroy the two great empires, its prideful soul masters will never coexist peacefully with the commoners."

In the end, soul masters and imperial nobles will become the same, equally detached from the people.