Night had already fallen.
During the day, Han San had completed the task of clarifying the diary with Mi Ruoxi. Afterward, Bi Biyao had returned to the place where she had been staying.
"Today's diary has been finished, hasn't it, Qian Ling'er?"
Lin Chen sat on the edge of the large bed in the dormitory. The Zhu Xian Sword's spirit had merged with the diary's contents, leaving him in high spirits.
He casually flipped through the diary, wanting to see what had happened to Bai Tian's clear river.
He followed along with an expression as dark as the bottom of a pot.
He wanted to laugh for a moment.
[Bai Tian saw Qian Ling'er wearing a five-colored veil, looking just like she had opened a dye vat. I casually mentioned the secret behind her white silk dress, and her expression instantly darkened.]
[Dear Crown Prince, if you really plan to wear white silk to find me, I advise you to save yourself the trouble.]
[Just imagining that man wearing a white silk dress beneath a red robe, I estimate I could spit out all the tea I drank overnight. Of course, if you really like it, I don't mind spending the night with you.]
"Bastard! Scoundrel! Pervert!"
Han San's face turned green as he read.
Qian Ling'er slammed the jade pillow in her hand onto the floor, breathing so hard that her chest heaved violently.
She had just finished bathing and was resting when the diary's reminder sounded.
"After spitting out all the tea from overnight, my stomach feels much better."
The disgust in the writing was obvious. She could not help imagining herself appearing at the academy in a white silk dress.
Bi Biyao pursed her lips, her expression full of mockery.
"His mouth is truly poisonous. He really wants to anger her to death!"
Qian Ling'er tried to calm herself, but the diary's next entry was like icy water stabbing into her bones, chilling her from head to toe and making her feel as though she had fallen into an ice cellar.
[Speaking of Qian Ling'er, I'm rather curious. Why are those so-called legends all written as tyrannical women?]
[A single person has ruled the Heaven Dou Empire for more than ten years. Her wisdom and endurance are astonishing. Even the entire continent's forces have been subdued by her, and she has taken the empire into her own hands. And what is the result?]
[Biased as I am, in the world of Heaven Dou, Tang San was killed. He was the protagonist, after all. Qian Ling'er had a ten-thousand-year-old male companion, yet you were still made to wear a green hat by a ten-thousand-year-old man.]
Qian Ling'er fell silent.
Was I really cuckolded?
[I told you to be careful. After killing him, why did you suddenly become interested in Tang San?]
[Let me tell you, that Tang San was merely a little white rabbit with no background. He was the son of your sworn enemy, yet you still developed feelings for him. How exactly did he grow up?]
Qian Ling'er stood rooted to the spot, staring at the diary with a murderous gleam in her eyes.
"Could Tang San be the man who made me fall in love after killing my parents?"
She only wanted to dig a hole and hide.
Lin Chen's precise description of her identity made her unable to refute it.
"Wait a moment. Tang San? Could the person who killed my parents and whom I later fell in love with be Han Chen?"
Qian Ling'er fell silent again.
If she had not become a god and suffered a miserable fate, would she really have ended up following that same man?
"..."
[After killing Tang San, Qian Ling'er completely lost her mind.]
[What was even more laughable was that she inherited the position of the angel god, receiving a divine throne and a strand of divine consciousness, while that Tang San became merely a sealed insect of Dou Luo.]
[A strand of divine consciousness pursued and killed the sealed insect Dou Luo. Wasn't that like an old man catching a small chick? And what was the result? Tang San's Clear Sky Hammer struck directly through it.]
[The funniest thing was that, despite having become a god, she actually lost to an ordinary mortal.]
[In that battle, she was pierced through the heart by Tang San's hidden weapon, the Tang Sect's secret weapon from another world. She nearly died on the spot.]
"Impossible!"
Wuhun City, the imperial palace.
Bi Biyao suddenly rose to her feet. The entire person was thrown into a state of confusion.
As someone currently advancing toward godhood, she clearly understood the difference between gods and mortals.
That was a dimensional suppression.
Just what kind of hidden weapon was that? Could it really pierce through the Heavenqing Bull Python?
"Hidden weapon? Tang Sect's hidden weapon? Could a god really have her heart pierced by a mortal's hidden weapon?"
Bi Biyao's eyes were filled with astonishment.
"What exactly exists in the world Tang San crossed into?"
At that moment, Mi Ruoxi and Zhu Xian Qing also fell silent.
Unexpectedly, Lin Chen mentioned that Qian Ling'er had been pierced through the heart by Tang San.
Yet she still looked so smug, as though it were Lin Chen who had suffered.
But then—
"Tell me, was I killed by a hidden weapon?"
Those so-called angels had no compassion, and their intelligence seemed lacking as well. Even their ghostly wisdom appeared somewhat deficient.
[There was a battle between a man and an angel god. The outcome was not too good.]
[After finally surviving that old monster, Qian Ling'er joined forces with her beautiful godly companion. Before long, the sea god Tang San was beaten to death.]
[By all rights, the first arc should have ended there, right? No. Tang San had another trick up his sleeve! He resurrected directly, then fused with the little dance spirit and became the beautiful god.]
[The most outrageous part was that he even used a hidden weapon!]
[With the left hand controlling the Asura Demon Sword and the right hand wielding the Sea God's Trident, his movements were precise. With a slight turn of his feet, he shifted among the stars, attacking only with the Asura Judgment.]
[Then, one god's throne shattered, and a god descended into a mortal body. Another god blocked the fatal blow with her body and died on the spot. Wuhun City's palace bore witness to a year of suffering, before finally being flattened by a certain god.]
[Look at that bastard. What was he thinking, playing with love and sorrow? He thought he was walking the kingly path, but he was actually an arrogant angel.]
The diary's final entry was suddenly completed.
"Wait—what? It's finished?"
Qian Ling'er slid weakly onto the cold floor.
"Father, God's throne shattered... Wuhun City fell..."
She panted heavily.
Every line of text felt like another invisible blow, cutting into the rationality she had painstakingly maintained.
That arrogant angel's past was no longer a joke at this moment.
Instead, it was like a flash of lightning from the diary, awakening her!
"Tang San... How dare you! How dare you make me fall here!"
"I'll kill you!"
Within Qian Ling'er's eyes, the golden light that had originally represented divine holiness suddenly revealed a trace of bloodthirsty murderous intent.
Meanwhile, Bi Biyao, who was in the academy, did not know that this wave had already been directed toward her and Qian Ling'er.
He stopped updating the diary and let out a great yawn.
"I didn't expect there to be such a good show today. Heh heh, the white-clothed goddess..."
At the corner of his mouth, a playful smile slowly formed.
On the other side, Zhu Xian Qing and Mi Ruoxi were facing each other.
"Ruoxi... Are we really supposed to wear that?"
Zhu Xian Qing's cheeks flushed faintly, and her eyes held a trace of shyness.
"Wear it! Wear the big white ghost dress!"
Mi Ruoxi clenched her teeth and spat out each word. "If you don't wear it, you're not allowed to stop for three days! Stop! Didn't you already do that with the diary's previous owner?"
"Of course, it was his fault for being so shameless."
Mi Ruoxi directly wrapped herself in the dress, completely ignoring her embarrassment.
"See? This is what he likes. I'm the one who understands him best!"
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