Tang Yuehua: I Want to Improve So Badly!

Moonlight Pavilion.

Tang Yuehua frowned and pondered for a long time, but in the end, she gritted her teeth and wrote her own name on the topic.

Anyway, Su Ye had already brought it up last time, and she wasn't the only one suffering social death, so it was no big deal.

Liu Erlong had her cousin involved, and while she had her own brother, she hadn't exactly opened her mouth to reveal anything yet.

If one were to calculate it, the level of absurdity was about the same.

Perhaps because she was sufficiently reserved, Su Ye might even go a little easier on her when he ranted.

"Sigh!"

After filling in her name, Tang Yuehua felt as if all the strength had been drained from her body, and she collapsed powerlessly onto the bed.

"In the end, I still couldn't resist the temptation of becoming a Soul Master!"

"There's no helping it, I really want to improve too much!"

The Tieba was relatively quiet this night.

Qian Renxue had learned about some of Bibi Dong's recent situation from Hu Liena and had changed her opinion of her, so she had no heart to go and rant about her anymore.

As for Bibi Dong, after two consecutive nights of crushing defeat, she also refrained from going back to humiliate herself.

Seeing no more drama to consume, the others were greatly disappointed; they just posted a few random complaints before logging off to sleep.

Zhu Zhuqing's status and strength were far inferior to Bibi Dong's, and her level of absurdity couldn't compare either, so the women really didn't have much interest in discussing her.

It was just like someone used to eating delicacies; they could hardly find any interest in steamed buns and pickles anymore.

Dugu Yan, seeing that there was no more excitement to watch, could no longer fight off her sleepiness, and she soon fell into a deep sleep while hugging Su Ye.

She had been exhausted today; two high-intensity study sessions were a bit much for her to handle, even with her Martial Soul Evolution and her breakthrough to Soul Ancestor.

As for the Diary rewards, she didn't claim them right away.

There was no other reason; it was just too hard to explain.

Matters regarding the Diary could only be disclosed between friends; even Su Ye, the owner, couldn't be told.

Dugu Yan had hung up her "no-war" sign, and naturally, Su Ye wouldn't force her to do anything. After admiring some beautiful photos of Bibi Dong for a while, he also drifted off to sleep.

The next day!

When Su Ye woke up, he found that the beauty beside him had not yet stirred. He chose not to disturb her and stepped out of the cave on tiptoe.

Arriving at the Mandarin Duck Pot, he continued the routine from yesterday.

Following the consumption of several medicinal pills, he entered the Mandarin Duck Pot once again and began to rapidly refine the medicinal power.

Su Ye was serious about his cultivation; while the comfort of a lover's embrace was nice, strength was the most important thing.

He had always been very clear about this point.

When noon arrived, the first batch of pills was completely refined, and his soul power increased once more.

"If nothing goes wrong, I should be able to break through to level sixty today."

Su Ye was very satisfied with this progress. After all, he was different from ordinary Soul Kings. After his Martial Soul evolved again, even if he didn't deliberately polish his soul power, the quality of his soul power was absurdly high.

Naturally, the amount of soul power required to accumulate for a breakthrough was also surprisingly large.

A single level of his in the Soul King realm was something even ordinary Soul Saints might not be able to match.

Even so, he could still manage one level a day—what more could he ask for?

This was already quite enough!

If word of this got out, it would absolutely scare people to death.

"Don't push yourself too hard, come over and eat something first."

Seeing Su Ye wake up, Dugu Yan called out softly.

"Eh? I didn't expect you to know how to cook, Yan Yan?"

Su Ye changed his clothes and walked over. Looking at the neatly arranged, decent-looking home-cooked dishes, he looked quite surprised.

"Hmph, looking down on me?" Dugu Yan rolled her eyes at him, then said quite proudly, "What's so hard about cooking? I learned it a long time ago, and Grandpa loves eating it."

Su Ye secretly grumbled to himself: The food you make comes with natural added value that no master chef can compare to; how could he not love it?

Of course, grumbling was one thing, but he could see that his little wife's level was actually quite good—at least it was above the passing line.

Moreover, for him, this meal also possessed added value.

"Is that so? Then I must have a good taste."

Su Ye picked up his chopsticks, randomly picked up a piece of stir-fried meat, and put it in his mouth. Before long, an expression of "enjoyment" and "surprise" appeared on his face.

"Mm, delicious, it's really delicious! You're amazing, Yan Yan!"

Su Ye gave a thumbs up, and at the same time, he took a photo and posted it to the Diary.

[Picture!]

[I never expected a young lady like Yan Yan to know how to cook, and the taste is unexpectedly good.]

[Sometimes I think, although Yan Yan isn't the heroine of the Douluo Continent, compared to her, that heroine Xiao Wu is simply... no, wait, does Xiao Wu even deserve to be compared to my Yan Yan?]

[Xiao Wu is heartless and mindless; she can even forget the vengeance of her mother's murder, spending her days only knowing how to eat, drink, and play. Putting Yan Yan and her together for comparison—isn't that an insult to my Yan Yan?]

[How could I allow that?]

Dugu Yan's eyes immediately curved into crescent moons, and she felt absolutely delighted.

Oh my, I'm not really that great, stay low-key, stay low-key!

Though she thought about staying low-key, the smile at the corners of her mouth simply could not be suppressed.

Su Ye enjoyed this meal immensely, being taken care of perfectly throughout the entire process; he didn't even need to lift a finger to pick up food, just waiting to be fed.

However, while the two of them were comfortable, enjoying a warm and intimate lunch together, the other young women were not pleased.

Especially Xiao Wu.

"Seriously? Did I eat your family's rice, Xiao Wu-jie?"

"Is it really necessary to drag me out and step on me whenever you have nothing better to do?"

"I've already said it, that was all Tang San's fault. If he hadn't bewitched me, how could I have acted like that?"

"Hmph, Xiao Wu-jie is not heartless or mindless at all."

Xiao Wu, who had already set off for Suotuo City, was also eating lunch at this moment.

But compared to Su Ye, her food was far worse; stuck in the middle of nowhere, she could only gnaw on dry rations.

Now, being blasted by Su Ye like this, she instantly lost the mood to even eat her dry rations and glared fiercely at Tang San.

Tang San was somewhat baffled, but he still asked, "Xiao Wu, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, just eat your flatbread."

Xiao Wu's tone was sharp. Tang San assumed she wasn't used to this, so he quickly comforted her, "Xiao Wu, just hold on a little longer. Once we enter the city tonight, I'll take you to eat something delicious."

Given Tang San's personality, he might have usually lectured Xiao Wu, telling her that money was tight and she should be frugal.

But for some reason, over the past few days, Xiao Wu had suddenly been giving him the cold shoulder, no longer as close to him as before.

This made Tang San panic. What the hell? Was the little cabbage he'd raised for six years about to run away?

How could he allow that?

Thus, he immediately changed his attitude, attempting to make amends, and had almost devolved into a simp for her.

The relationship between the two was now such that whatever Xiao Wu said went, and Tang San didn't dare to bargain in the slightest.

"Who's talking about that? I'm talking about... oh, whatever, it's all your fault!"

"Yes, yes, yes, it's all my fault."

Tang San didn't dare to refute, nodding repeatedly with a fawning smile on his face.

Yet, Xiao Wu still didn't give him a pleasant look, and the more she thought about it, the angrier she became, eventually turning her head away to avoid looking at him.

Tang San: ???

On the other side.

After the meal, Su Ye and Dugu Yan lay snuggled together on a giant rock, gazing quietly at the sky, enjoying this peaceful and warm atmosphere.

After an unknown amount of time, Su Ye's gaze suddenly flickered, and he opened the Diary.

Things were different now; he might as well write the diary while he had the free time.

After all, there was important business to attend to tonight.

[Ah, so comfortable. Yan Yan's cooking is truly excellent; I'm stuffed. I might as well write today's entry while I digest.]

[Let me see, what should the theme be for today...]

[Huh? It's actually about her? What the hell is this?]

[Is the Diary really that interested in these kinds of "romance" stories?]

Tang Yuehua: ...