The father and son exchanged a glance, both seeing that same glint of ruthlessness and greed in each other's eyes.
This was the Clear Sky Sect's logic.
What's mine is mine, and what's yours is mine too.
If you were a bad person, then taking your things was simply doing justice on Heaven's behalf.
And who was a bad person?
Obviously, anyone who opposed me.
Meanwhile, at Heaven Dou Royal Academy.
Word that Qin Feng had returned to the academy had already spread.
One against seven, crushing Shrek, and stomping Yu Xiaogang.
Those feats had set the entire academy abuzz.
When the three education committee members heard the report, they were so shocked they nearly yanked out several of their beards.
Especially when they heard Qin Feng possessed a Hundred Thousand Year External Soul Bone. Meng Shenji nearly had a heart attack on the spot.
Outside the dormitory.
Dugu Yan and Ye Lingling anxiously grabbed Qin Feng just as he was about to head back to his room.
"Brother Feng! Do you know what a huge mess you've gotten yourself into?"
Dugu Yan stamped her foot in a panic, worry filling her emerald-green eyes.
"Don't flaunt your wealth! That's a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone. How could you use it in front of everyone?"
"The news has definitely spread by now. Those old monsters at the Titled Douluo level will surely set their sights on you!"
Ye Lingling's face had gone pale, and she clutched the hem of her clothes tightly.
"That's right, Qin Feng... It's too dangerous. The temptation of a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone is enormous. Even the royal family probably couldn't protect you."
Seeing how sincerely the two women were worried about him, Qin Feng felt warmth wash over his heart.
In this world, where everything revolved around self-interest, how many people truly cared about you?
He reached out and gently ruffled Dugu Yan's short, deep-purple hair, his touch tender beyond belief.
"Don't worry. If I dared to show it off, I'm confident I can protect myself."
"Besides, I have you two, don't I?"
Dugu Yan's cheeks flushed faintly. She slapped his hand away and retorted:
"Could you stop joking at a time like this? Protect yourself? What could you possibly do against a Titled Douluo?"
She gritted her teeth, as if she had made up her mind.
"No, this is too serious. I have to go find my grandfather!"
"Grandfather might not be a match for those old monsters either, but he uses poison. They'll have to think twice before crossing him."
Ye Lingling hesitated.
"Yanzi, Poison Douluo is powerful, but this is a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone... I'm afraid some people would risk provoking even him."
"Then we'll have to try! We can't just stand by and watch Brother Feng get killed and robbed!"
Dugu Yan was resolute, her fiery nature on full display.
"Lingling, keep an eye on him. Don't let him wander off. I'm going to Sunset Forest right now!"
With that, she didn't give Qin Feng a chance to object. She pulled Ye Lingling along and hurried away.
Watching the two of them disappear into the distance, the smile gradually faded from Qin Feng's face.
"Dugu Bo, huh..."
"I'll remember this kindness. Qin Feng never forgets."
He turned and went back to his dormitory, closing the door behind him.
The room was quiet. Moonlight spilled through the window and across the floor.
Qin Feng sat down at his desk and pulled the black diary from inside his clothes.
The light in the dormitory was dim and warm. Seated at his desk, Qin Feng's pen scratched softly across the paper.
He looked relaxed, showing none of the fatigue one might expect after a fierce battle. If anything, he was full of energy.
After all, whether it was thrashing Tang San or humiliating Yu Xiaogang in front of everyone, both had left him feeling thoroughly satisfied.
His pen swept across the page, and one line after another appeared in the diary.
[Back at Heaven Dou Academy!]
[Just crushed Shrek at the Great Soul Arena. That felt amazing!]
[Especially seeing Yu Xiaogang's old face get slapped over and over. That was more satisfying than drinking an ice-cold sour plum soup on a scorching summer day.]
[And then there's Tang San, walking around with that "you're courting death" look all the time. Does he really think he's the center of the world?]
[Little Scumbag got thrashed pretty badly today. He'll probably be stuck in bed for ten days or half a month. So what if Tang Hao shows up? I'll be right here waiting for him to bring me a meal.]
As he wrote this, the image of a dark-haired figure on the arena came to mind.
The girl had been on Shrek's side, yet seemed completely out of place there.
His pen paused for a moment, then he continued writing.
[Still, today's trip wasn't a total loss. At least I got to see the Shrek Three Beauties, just like I wanted!]
[I have to say, Zhu Zhuqing really is a peerless beauty.]
[That figure, tsk, tsk. When she looks down, she can't even see her toes. Is she really just a girl? That kind of figure is a gift from the heavens—absolutely explosive!]
[And I never expected Zhu Zhuqing's tail to actually be real after her Martial Soul Possession.]
Remembering the brief touch during the battle, Qin Feng's lips curled slightly.
[I gave it a quick grab at the time. It was soft and warm, with an incredible feel. It was so nice to touch!]
[From her reaction, her face turned so red it looked ready to drip blood. She must be really sensitive. I only gave it a light squeeze and she couldn't take it—her whole body went limp.]
[If only I could squeeze it a few more times... Ahem. I'm a gentleman, a gentleman.]
Spirit City, Pope Palace.
High on the papal throne, Bibi Dong lounged against the backrest, the scepter in her hand glowing with a dim purple light.
The copy of Qin Feng's Diary, visible only to her, floated silently before her.
Bibi Dong had only glanced over it casually, curious to see what this "prophet" had gotten up to this time.
When she saw the words "Little Scumbag," her phoenix eyes narrowed slightly.
"Little Scumbag?"
Bibi Dong pondered to herself.
The diary had mentioned before that the person who would kill her in the future was called "Little Scumbag."
She had always thought it was a codename. She hadn't expected Qin Feng to be dealing with Shrek Academy at the Great Soul Arena today, with Tang San as his main target.
"So this so-called Little Scumbag is most likely that Tang San."
A flash of killing intent passed through Bibi Dong's eyes. Now that she had identified her target, the ant's life was as good as over.
But as her gaze moved further down and she read Qin Feng's lavish praise of Zhu Zhuqing, that killing intent instantly took a different turn.
"When she looks down, she can't see her toes?"
Bibi Dong looked down at herself.
Beneath her luxurious Pope's Robe, her proud curves were impossible to conceal.
She snorted and slammed her scepter against the floor.
"What's wrong with my figure?"
An indescribable irritation rose in her heart.
That little girl called Zhu Zhuqing was nothing but an unripe fruit. How could she compare to Bibi Dong's own mature charms?
For some reason, Bibi Dong felt a pang of jealousy.
She didn't want to admit it, but seeing Qin Feng praise another woman so lavishly—and even lay hands on her tail—left her feeling stifled.
"She's only a little bigger than me. She's so young and already grown like that. Isn't she afraid of tripping when she walks?"
"This Pope still has her charms and a noble air. How could a yellow-haired girl like Zhu Zhuqing ever compare?"
With a wave of her delicate hand, Bibi Dong scattered the diary scene before her, her face full of haughty disdain.
"Hmph, what a blind brat."