Qin Feng's Diary Exposed! Bibi Dong: You Brat!

The father and son exchanged a glance, both seeing a flicker of ruthlessness and greed in the other's eyes.

This was the logic of the Clear Sky Sect.

What is mine is mine, and what is yours is also mine.

If you are a bad person, then robbing you is simply acting on behalf of Heaven.

As for who is a bad person?

Naturally, anyone who opposes me is a bad person.

On the other side, at the Heaven Dou Royal Academy.

The news of Qin Feng returning to the academy had already spread.

A one-on-seven victory, completely crushing Shrek, and trampling Yu Xiaogang underfoot.

These battle achievements had the entire academy in an uproar.

Upon hearing the report, the three committee members were so shocked that they even plucked out several strands of their own beards.

Especially when they heard that Qin Feng possessed a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone that was an External Soul Bone, Meng Shenji nearly suffered a myocardial infarction on the spot.

Downstairs at the dormitory building.

Dugu Yan and Ye Lingling anxiously grabbed hold of Qin Feng as he was preparing to return to his room.

"Brother Feng! Do you have any idea what kind of trouble you've caused!"

Dugu Yan stomped her feet in a rush, her emerald eyes filled with worry.

"Wealth should be kept hidden! That is a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone; how could you use it in front of such a large crowd?"

"The news has definitely spread by now. Those old monsters at the Title Douluo level will surely be targeting you!"

Ye Lingling's small face was also deathly pale, her hands clutching tightly at her clothes.

"That's right, Qin Feng... it's too dangerous. The temptation of a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone is too great; even the royal family might not be able to protect you."

Watching the two girls worry for him so genuinely, a wave of warmth surged through Qin Feng's heart.

In this world where interests come first, how many people could truly care about you?

He reached out and ruffled Dugu Yan's short, deep purple hair, his movements impossibly gentle.

"Don't worry. Since I dared to reveal it, I have the confidence to protect myself."

"Besides, don't I still have you two?"

Dugu Yan's cheeks flushed slightly as she swatted Qin Feng's hand away, retorting crossly:

"What time do you think it is to be joking! Protect yourself? What could you possibly use to protect yourself against a Title Douluo?"

She gritted her teeth, as if having made a firm decision.

"No, this matter is too big. I have to go back and find my grandfather!"

"Although Grandfather might not necessarily be a match for those old monsters, he deals in poison; those people will at least have to be wary of him."

Ye Lingling hesitated slightly:

"Yanzi, although Poison Douluo is strong, this is a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone... even if it means offending Poison Douluo, I fear there are those who will take the risk."

"We have to try! We can't just watch as Brother Feng is killed for his treasures!"

Dugu Yan appeared very resolute, her fiery personality on full display.

"Lingling, keep an eye on him and don't let him run around. I'm heading back to the Sunset Forest right now!"

Having said that, she didn't give Qin Feng a chance to refuse, pulling Ye Lingling along as they hurried away.

Watching their retreating figures, the smile on Qin Feng's face gradually faded.

"Dugu Bo, is it..."

"This favor, I, Qin Feng, will remember."

He turned and returned to his dormitory, closing the door behind him.

The room was very quiet, with moonlight spilling across the floor through the window.

Qin Feng sat at his desk and pulled the black diary from his robes.

The light in the dormitory was dim and warm as Qin Feng sat at the desk, the tip of his pen scratching across the paper.

His expression was relaxed; he felt no fatigue from the battle he had just fought, but rather, he was full of vigor.

After all, whether it was crushing Tang San or publicly humiliating Yu Xiaogang, it had left his mind clear and satisfied.

The pen moved, and words began to appear in the diary.

[Back at the Heaven Dou Royal Academy!]

[It felt so good to crush Shrek at the Great Soul Arena just now!]

[Especially seeing that old face of Yu Xiaogang being slapped repeatedly; it was even more satisfying than drinking iced plum juice in the middle of summer.]

[And that Tang San, walking around all day with that "path to death" scowl on his face—does he really think he's the center of the world?]

[Little Scoundrel got beaten pretty badly today; he'll probably be bedridden for a week or two. Even if Tang Hao shows up, so what? I'm actually waiting for him to come and serve himself up on a platter.]

Writing this, the image of that black-clad silhouette on the arena stage couldn't help but surface in Qin Feng's mind.

The young girl who, despite being in the Shrek camp, seemed completely out of place.

His pen paused for a moment before he continued writing.

[However, today's trip wasn't entirely without gains; at the very least, I got my wish and saw the three beauties of Shrek!]

[I have to say, Zhu Zhuqing is truly a peerless beauty of this world.]

[That figure—tsk tsk, she can't even see her own toes when she looks down. Is she really just a young girl? This kind of talent is a gift from the heavens; her figure is explosive!]

[And I didn't expect that after Zhu Zhuqing's Martial Soul Possession, that tail of hers would actually be real.]

Qin Feng recalled the sensation from that moment during the battle, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

[I grabbed it casually at the time; it was soft, warm, and the texture was ridiculously good—it felt so comfortable to touch!]

[Looking at her reaction then, her face was red enough to bleed. She seems very sensitive; I only gave it a light squeeze, and she couldn't take it, her whole body going limp.]

[If I could squeeze it a few more times... cough cough, a gentleman, I must be a gentleman.]

Martial Soul City, Pope Palace.

On the high papal throne, Bibi Dong leaned lazily against the back of the chair, the scepter in her hand emitting a faint purple glow.

The copy of Qin Feng's Diary, which only she could see, was currently floating quietly before her eyes.

Bibi Dong had originally been scanning it carelessly, wanting to see what kind of commotion this "prophet" had stirred up again.

When she saw the three characters "Little Scoundrel," her phoenix eyes narrowed slightly.

"Little Scoundrel?"

Bibi Dong pondered inwardly.

The diary had mentioned before that the person who would kill her in the future was named "Little Scoundrel."

She had always assumed it was a code name, but she hadn't expected that the person Qin Feng dealt with at the Great Soul Arena today was from Shrek, and the primary target was Tang San.

"It seems this so-called Little Scoundrel is, in all likelihood, that Tang San."

A flash of killing intent crossed Bibi Dong's eyes. Since the target was locked, the life of this ant had reached its end.

However, as her gaze moved further down and she saw Qin Feng's extravagant praise for Zhu Zhuqing, that killing intent instantly changed flavor.

"Can't see her toes when she looks down?"

Bibi Dong looked down at herself.

Beneath her luxurious papal robes, her proud curves were ready to burst forth no matter how much she covered them.

She let out a cold snort and slammed her scepter heavily against the floor.

"In what way is This Seat's figure inferior?"

An indescribable sense of irritation welled up in her heart.

That little girl named Zhu Zhuqing was nothing but an unripe fruit; how could she compare to her own mature charm?

Bibi Dong felt a strange sense of jealousy.

Although she didn't want to admit it, seeing Qin Feng praise another woman so highly—and even reach out to touch some tail—made her feel stifled.

"So what if she's a bit bigger than me? Growing like that at such a young age, she shouldn't be surprised if she trips while walking."

"This Pope possesses lasting charm and noble temperament; how could a yellow-haired girl like Zhu Zhuqing compare!"

Bibi Dong waved her fair hand, scattering the diary projection before her, her face full of haughtiness and disdain.

"Hmph, what a blind brat."