Qian Renxue walked up to the mirror and looked at her reflection, disguised as Xue Qinghe. Her gaze was cold and haughty.
She was a descendant of the Angel God, born to stand above the clouds.
The men of this world were all vulgar, common trash. Who was worthy of even a second glance from her?
It seemed the diary wasn't necessarily one hundred percent accurate.
"So it seemed the diary's contents weren't necessarily one hundred percent accurate."
"Qin Feng really is full of himself. He thinks I'll become lovesick over him? Hah..."
Qian Renxue let out a cold laugh, turned around, and blew out the candle.
"I, Qian Renxue, will never fall for anyone in this lifetime!"
[That's all for today's diary, good night, my dear Xue'er! Don't think about me.]
Heaven Dou Royal Academy, boys' dormitory.
Qin Feng closed the diary, and the system's notification rang in his mind.
"Ding! Host has completed today's diary entry. Rewards are being issued..."
"Congratulations, host: Soul Power increased by five levels!"
"Congratulations, host: Ten-thousand-year External Soul Bone—Bone Spirit Fire Dragon Wings!"
"Congratulations, host: Old Yao's alchemy inheritance!"
Qin Feng felt his Soul Power surge through him like a rising tide. In an instant, it broke through his bottleneck, and his bones crackled all over.
Soul Power, level 47!
He was only one step away from becoming a Soul King.
This rate of advancement was practically like riding a rocket.
But the other two rewards interested him even more.
"Bone Spirit Fire Dragon Wings?"
Qin Feng's thoughts stirred as he inspected the description of this External Soul Bone.
"The Bone Spirit Fire Dragon is a mutated descendant born from the union of the ancient Ice Dragon King and Fire Dragon King. It possesses Ultimate Fire, and its flames also carry an intensely cold aura, making its power terrifying beyond compare."
"Hiss—"
Qin Feng sucked in a sharp breath.
External Soul Bones were already among the rarest Soul Bones, second only to torso bones. And this one was a ten-thousand-year Soul Bone, to boot.
If Tang Hao and those other Titled Douluo found out, they'd probably risk their lives to snatch it.
Then there was Old Yao's alchemy inheritance.
It came from the world of Battle Through the Heavens—the lifelong mastery of the Medicine Venerable, Yao Chen!
With this, antidote pills, cultivation pills, poison pills—he'd be able to make them all.
"Once I've mastered this alchemy, even if I lose the Diary System someday, I'll still be able to roam Douluo Continent unhindered."
Qin Feng was overjoyed.
"Let's try these wings first!"
He pushed open the dormitory window. Outside, night had fallen, and stars twinkled across the sky.
Qin Feng's thoughts stirred, and the clothes across his back ripped apart in an instant.
Boom!
A pair of enormous bone wings burst open.
The wings were a ghastly white, wreathed in pale flames. Though they were clearly fire, the surrounding air temperature plummeted in an instant, as if even space itself were about to freeze.
Qin Feng beat his wings. Like an arrow loosed from a bow, he shot skyward and vanished into the clouds in an instant.
On the girls' dormitory balcony.
Dugu Yan had just crawled out of bed, while Ye Lingling was getting ready to turn in, when they suddenly noticed an unusual glow outside the window.
Both instinctively looked up.
A streak of pale light slashed across the night sky at an incredible speed. In the blink of an eye, it disappeared beyond the horizon, leaving only a long afterimage.
"What was that?"
Dugu Yan's eyes widened in shock.
"A shooting star? But how could it have white flames?"
Ye Lingling was stunned too. Wasn't that the direction of the boys' dormitory?
"What incredible speed..."
Ye Lingling murmured to herself, a strange feeling inexplicably rising in her heart.
High above the clouds, ten thousand meters in the sky.
Qin Feng felt the wind roar past his ears, and his heart soared.
"Awesome!"
"So this is what flying feels like!"
With the Bone Spirit Fire Dragon Wings, even though he was only a Soul Ancestor, he could soar freely through the sky.
And he was practically faster than an ordinary flying Soul Saint!
Qin Feng looked down at the tiny Heaven Dou City below, a glint flashing in his eyes.
"If I combine this with the Flying Thunder God Technique, I could probably cross half of Douluo Continent in a single day."
The next morning, at the Heaven Dou Great Soul Arena.
Sunlight streamed through the enormous dome and fell across the floor of the waiting area. The noisy roar of spectators entering the arena filled the air.
The atmosphere in Shrek Academy's waiting room, however, was rather relaxed.
Yu Xiaogang held a newly acquired match list in his hand, his gaze sweeping over the young people before him.
"I just got the match list."
Yu Xiaogang slapped the papers down on the table, his voice calm.
"Today's opponents are old acquaintances of yours: the Heaven Dou Royal Team."
At the name, Oscar and Ma Hongjun, who had been joking around, stopped and exchanged glances. Then they both let out a snicker.
"Why them again?"
Dai Mubai leaned against the wall with his arms crossed and curled his lip in disdain.
"Didn't we beat them badly enough last time? Is the Great Soul Arena out of opponents, or are they just handing us free points?"
Tang San sat to one side, arranging the Hidden Weapons in his sleeves. At this, he only smiled faintly, his expression composed.
He'd never been able to muster much interest in defeated opponents.
Xiao Wu sidled up to Tang San, her long rabbit ears swaying.
"Exactly! That Imperial Fighting Team got trounced by Third Brother last time. That Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Soul Master looked pretty impressive, but he still lost."
She lifted her head and gazed at Tang San with bright, sparkling eyes.
"Third Brother, you're the best in my heart!"
Tang San replied gently:
"We can't afford to be careless. They're one of the Heaven Dou Empire's seeded teams, so they still have a solid foundation."
Though he spoke modestly, Tang San's straight back and calm tone revealed the confidence ingrained in his very bones.
He was no longer the Tang San of Suotuo City.
With the External Soul Bone, the Eight Spider Lances, and the exquisite Tang Sect Secret Arts,
he feared no one among his peers.
Yu Xiaogang watched them with his hands behind his back, his chin tilted slightly upward.
"Xiao San is right. A lion uses its full strength even when hunting a rabbit."
"However..."
Changing tack, Yu Xiaogang walked up to Tang San and patted him firmly on the shoulder, his voice full of pride.
"You're my disciple, and you've mastered everything I've taught you. At your age, when it comes to control and tactical ability, there are few on Douluo Continent who can surpass you."
"Just follow the tactics I taught you, and victory will be in the bag."
Tang San immediately rose to his feet and bowed respectfully.
"Yes, teacher."
Yu Xiaogang relished being held in such high regard by his disciple. It proved his theories were invincible.
He picked up the papers from the table again and furrowed his brows slightly.
"Although our opponents are still the Heaven Dou Royal Team, this time things are a little different from last time."
"How so?"
Ning Rongrong leaned over curiously.
Yu Xiaogang pointed to a line on the papers and said gravely:
"They've changed their captain."
"It's no longer Yu Tianheng. It's someone named Qin Feng."
"Qin Feng?"
Everyone exchanged glances. The name meant absolutely nothing to them.