Slapping Bibi Dong Right in Front of Yu Xiaogang?!

"Insolence!"

Bibi Dong stood up abruptly, her scepter slamming heavily against the floor with a crisp, thunderous crack.

Calling her an ungrateful wretch?

Killing Qian Xunji was what he deserved!

But that was not what infuriated Bibi Dong the most.

What truly broke her composure was the content regarding Yu Xiaogang.

"Impossible... Xiaogang, he..."

Bibi Dong stared fixedly at the words in the diary, her chest heaving violently, stretching her magnificent gown to an astonishing curve.

Her first reaction was disbelief.

Yu Xiaogang was the white moonlight in her heart, her only solace during that dark period.

She had always believed that Yu Xiaogang was a man of talent unrecognized by the world, and that the world was simply too ignorant to understand his wisdom.

However...

This diary was mysterious and extraordinary; it dared to write about things like transmigration, so why would it fabricate such lies to deceive her?

More importantly, the details mentioned in the diary were like poisonous thorns, precisely piercing the corners of her heart she was most unwilling to touch.

Yu Xiaogang had indeed been using the archives of Martial Soul Hall.

And he had indeed kept her at arm's length.

"Deceiving me... a parasite..."

Bibi Dong bit her red lip, her face turning pale. She wanted to refute it, wanted to tear the diary to shreds, but her reason told her that all of this was highly likely to be true.

This realization brought an unprecedented sense of humiliation to the proud Pope.

She, the dignified Pope of Martial Soul Hall, had actually been played in the palm of the hand by a piece of trash with only twenty-nine levels of power?

"Yu Xiaogang, if you are truly as this diary says..."

A chilling glint flashed in Bibi Dong's eyes; the lingering affection she held for Yu Xiaogang suffered a massive fracture at this moment.

She suppressed the urge to kill and continued to read on.

The content that followed shifted her from anger to astonishment, and finally, into a deep, hollow sorrow.

[Actually, Bibi Dong is also a pitiful person. Forget about having no love; she didn't even dare to acknowledge the daughter she gave birth to, and her relationship with her daughter Qian Renxue is at its absolute worst—there is simply no familial affection at all!]

[Her entire life has been like a tool for revenge.]

[In the end, the Spirit Hall Empire she painstakingly built at the cost of everything was destroyed.]

[How pathetic, how lamentable.]

[Bibi Dong herself was eventually killed by that Little Scoundrel, ending up with no remains left.]

Tragic.

Too tragic.

Bibi Dong collapsed back onto her throne, her strength seemingly drained in an instant.

She had originally intended to punish this loose-lipped Qin Feng, but seeing these shocking lines of text, and the pity and regret revealed in the author's words, the fire in her heart inexplicably dissipated by more than half.

"A pitiful person, am I..."

Bibi Dong gave a self-deprecating smile, her eyes turning slightly red.

For so many years, no one had ever dared to call the Pope a pitiful person.

Even those closest to her, Gui Mei and Yue Guan, would only be submissive and timid in her presence.

This stranger from another world, whom she had never met, had unexpectedly become the one who understood her best.

But immediately after, Bibi Dong's gaze turned sharp once again.

"The Spirit Hall Empire, destroyed?!"

"And I was killed?!"

Bibi Dong clenched her fists tightly.

She had painstakingly plotted for so many years, endured for so many years, and even bore the infamy, all to establish the Spirit Hall Empire and unify the continent.

And the result was telling her that it would all be for nothing in the end? How could this be possible!

"Who is that Little Scoundrel?"

Bibi Dong stared fixedly at those three words, wishing she could drag that person out from the paper and tear them into ten thousand pieces.

Since the diary predicted the future, she would absolutely not allow such a future to come to pass!

Bibi Dong took a deep breath, calming her turbulent emotions.

"Qin Feng... since you know the future, then you must know who that Little Scoundrel is."

She looked at the diary; her initial curiosity had now completely transformed.

This diary might be the only opportunity for her to change her destiny.

Meanwhile.

Heaven Dou City, Crown Prince's bedchamber.

There were no extravagant decorations; the entire bedchamber appeared quite elegant and refined.

A young man dressed in bright yellow crown prince attire sat before a desk, his face handsome and his demeanor gentle and refined. He was none other than the Crown Prince of the Heaven Dou Empire, Xue Qinghe.

However, hidden beneath that gentle exterior was a peerless young woman possessing the Six-Winged Angel martial soul—Qian Renxue.

At this moment, Qian Renxue was also holding an identical black diary.

As she looked at the content on the pages, the expressions on her face were vivid and varied.

"Hmph, although this Qin Feng's origins are unknown, his judgment is not bad."

Seeing Qin Feng praising Martial Soul Hall, the corners of Qian Renxue's mouth curled up slightly.

Although her relationship with Bibi Dong was terrible, she was, after all, the Young Mistress of Martial Soul Hall; naturally, she felt a sense of pride when Martial Soul Hall was praised.

Especially when she saw Qin Feng fiercely scolding Yu Xiaogang as a freeloader and a big liar, Qian Renxue almost wanted to clap in approval.

"Well scolded! That useless man should have had his true colors exposed long ago. Only that woman would treat him like a treasure."

Qian Renxue felt incredibly gratified. She had always sneered at the man who haunted Bibi Dong's dreams.

However, when she saw the description of the future that followed, the teacup in her hand shook violently, and tea splashed onto the table.

"The Spirit Hall Empire is destroyed?"

"How could this be..."

Qian Renxue's pupils trembled, and a wave of immense panic surged in her heart.

Her grandfather was a ninety-nine-level peerless Douluo, and Martial Soul Hall had a profound foundation; how could they possibly lose?

She hurriedly looked down, wanting to find the answer.

[It's a pity for Qian Renxue, melancholic her entire life, never once happy.]

[Clearly the successor to the Angel God, yet in the end, her godhood shattered.]

[Fortunately, I have the Diary System, otherwise I truly might not be a match for that Little Scoundrel!]

[Wife Xue'er should still be lurking in the Heaven Dou Imperial Palace as the Crown Prince right now.]

[This is all Bibi Dong's fault; sometimes she really is a bit deranged, actually sending the most talented Qian Renxue to go undercover as some crown prince, wasting such great cultivation time.]

[It's a pity for my wife Xue'er, with peerless talent and beauty that is number one in the Douluo world! In the end, she actually couldn't defeat the Little Scoundrel; it truly makes me feel indignant! Indignant!]

[It's all Bibi Dong's fault! If I have the chance, I must give her a fierce thrashing!]

[If I could do it in front of Gangzi, that would be even better! Let that piece of trash see how the Empress he couldn't climb up to is being disciplined!]

Inside the Crown Prince's bedchamber.

Qian Renxue stared at those lines, her entire body frozen.

Shock, shame, anger, and astonishment.

Countless emotions intertwined, causing the mask of the gentle smile she had maintained for years to shatter completely.

"He... he actually knows I'm an undercover agent?!"

Qian Renxue's heart hammered wildly.

This was the highest secret of Martial Soul Hall; apart from her grandfather and that woman, almost no one knew.

Who exactly is this Qin Feng?

But soon, her attention was diverted by another form of address.